Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You niggaz can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Circle villain
Leanin, in the Gremlin
on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton
to pick this nigga up
Two ski masks, on my left a
on my breath, money on my mind (yeah)
You god damn right motherfucker on again
what's the plan?

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

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

Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo'
and let's some dough, check this:
Nuttin plus nuttin none
Fool grab the money and run
[WC] come on
WC
Diamond in the back, sun cracked
Tank on E, low on cash, oohh-woo
(some R&B sample) "Straight jackin"


So now it's accordin to plan
I'm on the of the bus dressed like a senior citizen
Sittin on a bus full of old
they bibles singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my concious is fuckin me
cause I'm about to rob the entire choir
And I ain't no questions
Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point
I was told at seven on the dot
No the spot, to execute the plot
And my read 6:59
So aww shucky ducky, quack quack it's yo'
in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop pop*
This is a jack nigga, and I'm startin the back
Necklaces, to bracelets
to the Rolexes, I'm takin all shit, huh
I had em shakin, steady fadin, money
fillin my bag up bacon
Lookin out the window at
yellin out a car on the of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"
Yo, we handle this loc
I told him like Jackson, I had it under control
But really I was greedy takin too long
So peep the next verse but the chorus of song goes


Standin in the of the aisle
A rag full of and jewelry, bout to make my escape
Coolio wavin, "C'mon nigga 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 that!" *blam* Damn I got shot in the back
up and who did I see?
This ass bus driver puttin slugs 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, what the GOIN ON?!
This nigga must be trippin, we gon' to kill him
[WC] Cool here come nigga your gun
[Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna me some fun
Forty-four in the hand, nine in the left
So I put rounds in his motherfuckin chest
I don't know if it's yo' birthday, but bitch yo' gift
That's you get for the twist, yea
2X
[WC] Maad nigga