Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

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

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

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

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


So now goin accordin to plan
I'm on the back of the bus dressed a senior citizen
Sittin on a bus of old motherfuckers
they bibles singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my concious is fuckin me
cause I'm about to rob the entire gospel
And I ain't askin no
don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point blessings
Cause I was told at on the dot
No matter the spot, to the plot
And my watch read
So aww ducky, quack quack it's yo' time
Hands in the motherfuckin air! pop pop*
This is a jack nigga, and I'm from the back
Necklaces, anklets to
to the Rolexes, I'm takin all shit, huh
I had em shakin, fadin, money breakin
fillin my bag up with
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 takin too long
So peep the next verse but first the chorus of goes


Standin in the of the aisle
A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to my escape
wavin, "C'mon nigga 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 drama in
"Motherfucker take that!" Damn I got shot in the back
up and who did I see?
This bitch-made ass bus driver puttin in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, like syphillis
at death and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio been hit" "Huh?"
"I you the shit sound like a motherfuckin twist!"

Wait, what's wrong, the FUCK GOIN ON?!
This nigga must be trippin, we gon' to kill him
[WC] here come nigga grab your gun
[Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna me some fun
in the right hand, nine in the left
So I put twelve in his motherfuckin 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] Maad Circle