Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You niggaz fade this nutty-ass 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 left a
Nigga on my breath, on my mind (yeah)
You god right motherfucker it's on again
Coolio the plan?

It's a motherfuckin come up, nigga ya gun up
It's gonna be a stick-up, up on the liquor
You know that that I used to fuck -- named Theresa
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
Well her brother was a of mine
Drive some turnaround trips back and 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 drivin the bus is with us
Crazy Toones and tell him to give you a ride
and you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past five
Since old people don't trust niggaz none
you be disguised like a senior citizen
Don't about escape cause it's OK
be chillin close behind all the motherfuckin way loc
And I don't 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 have us all stuck

Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' nigga
and let's make some dough, check
Nuttin nuttin equal none
Fool grab the motherfuckin and run
Right come 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
Sittin on a bus full of old
Wavin bibles singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my concious is with me
I'm about to rob the entire gospel 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 watch read
So aww shucky ducky, quack it's yo' time
in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop pop*
This is a nigga, and I'm startin from the back
Necklaces, to bracelets
to the Rolexes, I'm takin all shit, huh
I had em shakin, steady fadin, 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 gon' this loc
I told him like Janet Jackson, I had it control
But really I was greedy takin too long
So peep the next but first the chorus of song goes


Standin in the of the aisle
A rag of papes and jewelry, bout to make my escape
Coolio wavin, "C'mon hurry up
before swoop, and you get us all stuck!"
so now I'm on my way to the front
Bus driver, pull to the side or I have to dump
He was down with us on our shady
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 bitch-made ass bus driver slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, like syphillis
at death and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio I've hit" "Huh?"
"I you the shit sound like a motherfuckin twist!"

Wait, what's wrong, what the FUCK 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, nine in the
So I put twelve rounds in his chest
I don't know if it's yo' birthday, but bitch here's yo'
That's you get for the twist, yea
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[WC] Circle nigga