Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You niggaz fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad Circle villain
Leanin, scheamin in the
on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton
to this 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, nigga ya gun up
It's gonna be a stick-up, came up on the
You know that bitch I used to fuck -- named Theresa
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
Well her brother was a 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 up on a stack of paper
go the plan: me, you, and him
cause the nigga drivin the bus is down us
Call Crazy Toones and tell him to you a ride
and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past
old people don't trust young niggaz none
you gotta be disguised like a citizen
Don't worry about cause it's OK
I'll be close behind all the motherfuckin way loc
And I wanna see you act up
but if anybody you better handle that shit

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

Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' nigga
and make some dough, check this:
Nuttin plus equal none
Fool grab the motherfuckin and run
[WC] come on
WC
Diamond in the back, sun roof
on E, niggaz 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 like a senior
on a bus full of old motherfuckers
Wavin they bibles singin, "I Jesus!"
And now my is fuckin with me
I'm about to rob the entire gospel choir
And I ain't no questions
Whoever reply, I'm sendin em hollow point blessings
Cause I was told at on the dot
No the spot, to execute the plot
And my read 6:59
So aww shucky ducky, quack quack yo' time
Hands in the air! *pop 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, 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 like Janet Jackson, I had it under
But really I was bein greedy takin too
So peep the verse but first the chorus of song goes


Standin in the of the aisle
A rag full of and jewelry, bout 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 down with us on our shady
So he the bus over with no hesitation
But that's when the drama 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, like syphillis
at death and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio been hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the shit sound a motherfuckin twist!"

Wait, what's wrong, what the GOIN ON?!
This nigga must be trippin, we have to kill him
[WC] here come nigga grab your gun
[Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna 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 here's yo' gift
That's you get for the twist, yea
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[WC] Maad Circle