Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You niggaz fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad Circle villain
Leanin, scheamin in the
Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to
to pick this Coolio up
Two ski masks, on my left a
Nigga on my breath, money on my (yeah)
You god damn right it's on again
Coolio the plan?

It's a motherfuckin come up, load ya gun up
It's gonna be a stick-up, up on the liquor
You know that bitch that I used to fuck -- Theresa
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
her brother was a client of mine
Drive some turnaround trips back and forth to Vegas time (yeah)
Well I got a caper (uh)
And if we it off right we can come up on a stack of paper
go the plan: me, you, and him
cause the nigga drivin the bus is with us
Crazy Toones and tell him to give you a ride
and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at past five
Since old people don't trust young niggaz
you gotta be disguised a senior citizen
Don't worry about cause it's OK
I'll be chillin behind all the motherfuckin way loc
And I wanna see you act up
but if trip you better handle that shit

Nah man fuck this, this shit shady as fuck
You gon' fuck around and us all stuck motherfucker

Quit actin a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo' nigga
and let's make dough, check this:
Nuttin plus nuttin equal
Fool grab the money and run
[WC] Right on
WC
Diamond in the back, sun cracked
Tank on E, niggaz low on cash,
(some R&B sample) "Straight jackin"


So now it's goin accordin to
I'm on the back of the bus dressed a senior citizen
Sittin on a bus of old motherfuckers
Wavin they singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my concious is with me
cause I'm to rob the entire gospel choir
And I ain't askin no
Whoever reply, I'm sendin em hollow point blessings
Cause I was told at on the dot
No matter the spot, to the plot
And my read 6:59
So aww shucky ducky, quack it's yo' time
Hands in the motherfuckin air! pop pop*
is a jack nigga, and I'm startin from the back
Necklaces, anklets to
to the Rolexes, I'm all they shit, huh
I had em shakin, fadin, money breakin
fillin my bag up with
out the window at Coolio
yellin out a car on the of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"
Yo, we handle this loc
I told him Janet Jackson, I had it under control
But really I was bein greedy too long
So peep the verse but first the chorus of song goes


Standin in the middle of the
A rag full of and jewelry, bout to make my escape
wavin, "C'mon nigga hurry up
before swoop, and you get us all stuck!"
Aight so now I'm on my way to the
Bus driver, pull to the side or I have to dump
He was down us on our shady operation
So he pulled the bus with no hesitation
But that's when the kicked in
"Motherfucker take that!" Damn I got shot in the back
Looked up and who did I
This bitch-made ass bus driver puttin in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, burnin like
Lookin at death and I'm up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio I've hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the shit like a motherfuckin twist!"

Wait, what's wrong, the FUCK GOIN ON?!
This nigga must be trippin, we have to kill him
Cool here come nigga grab your gun
[Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna have me fun
Forty-four in the right hand, nine in the
So I put twelve in his motherfuckin chest
I don't know if it's yo' birthday, but bitch here's yo'
That's you get for the twist, yea
2X
[WC] Circle nigga