Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You niggaz can't fade this cutthroat Maad Circle villain
Leanin, in the Gremlin
Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to
to pick nigga Coolio up
Two ski masks, on my a nine
on my breath, money on my mind (yeah)
You god damn right motherfucker on again
Coolio the plan?

It's a motherfuckin come up, load ya gun up
It's gonna be a stick-up, came up on the
You know that bitch that I used to -- named Theresa
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
Well her was a client of mine
Drive turnaround trips back and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)
anyway I got a caper (uh)
And if we pull it off right we can come up on a stack of
go the plan: me, you, and him
cause the nigga drivin the bus is down us
Call Crazy and tell him to give you a ride
and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past
Since old people trust young niggaz none
you gotta be disguised a senior citizen
Don't about escape cause it's OK
I'll be chillin close behind all the way loc
And I wanna see you act up
but if anybody trip you better handle that

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

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


So now it's accordin to plan
I'm on the back of the bus dressed a senior citizen
Sittin on a bus of old motherfuckers
Wavin bibles singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my concious is fuckin me
cause I'm about to rob the gospel choir
And I ain't askin no
Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point
Cause I was at seven on the dot
No matter the spot, to execute the
And my watch 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, to bracelets
to the Rolexes, I'm all they shit, huh
I had em shakin, fadin, money breakin
my bag up with 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 Janet Jackson, I had it under control
But really I was bein greedy takin too
So peep the next but first the chorus of song goes


Standin in the middle of the
A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to make my
Coolio wavin, "C'mon nigga up
before swoop, and you get us all stuck!"
so now I'm on my way to the front
Bus driver, to the side or I might have to dump
He was with 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
up and who did I see?
This bitch-made ass bus driver slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, burnin like
at death and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio been hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the sound like a motherfuckin twist!"

Wait, what's wrong, the FUCK GOIN ON?!
This must be trippin, we gon' have to kill him
[WC] Cool here nigga grab your gun
[Coolio] Alright, I'm have me some fun
Forty-four in the right hand, 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
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[WC] Maad nigga