Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

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

It's a motherfuckin come up, load ya gun up
It's be a stick-up, came 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 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 drivin the bus is down with us
Call Crazy Toones and tell him to you a ride
and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at past five
Since old don't trust young niggaz none
you gotta be disguised like a senior
worry about escape cause it's OK
I'll be chillin close behind all the way loc
And I don't see you act up
but if anybody trip you better handle that

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

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


So now it's goin to plan
I'm on the of the bus dressed like a senior citizen
on a bus full of old motherfuckers
Wavin they singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my is fuckin with me
cause I'm about to rob the entire gospel
And I askin no questions
Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em point blessings
Cause I was at seven on the dot
No matter the spot, to the plot
And my watch read
So aww shucky ducky, quack it's yo' time
Hands in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop
This is a jack nigga, and I'm startin from the
Necklaces, anklets to
to the Rolexes, I'm all they shit, huh
I had em shakin, steady fadin, money
fillin my bag up with
Lookin out the at Coolio
out a car on the side of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"
Yo, we gon' this loc
I told him like Janet Jackson, I had it under
But really I was bein greedy too long
So peep the next verse but first the chorus of song


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

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