Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

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

It's a motherfuckin come up, load ya gun up
gonna 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)
Well her brother was a of mine
Drive some turnaround trips back and forth to Vegas time (yeah)
Well anyway I got a (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 down us
Call Toones and tell him to give you a ride
and you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half 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 all the motherfuckin way loc
And I don't see you act up
but if anybody trip you better that shit

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

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


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


Standin in the of the aisle
A rag of papes and jewelry, bout to make my escape
Coolio wavin, "C'mon nigga 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 side or I have to dump
He was down us on our shady operation
So he pulled the bus over 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 sound a motherfuckin twist!"

Wait, what's wrong, the FUCK GOIN ON?!
This nigga must be trippin, we gon' have to him
[WC] Cool come 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 in his motherfuckin chest
I don't know if yo' birthday, but bitch here's yo' gift
That's you get for the twist, yea
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[WC] Maad Circle