Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You niggaz can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad villain
Leanin, in the Gremlin
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 motherfucker it's on
Coolio what's the

It's a come up, nigga load ya gun up
It's gonna be a stick-up, came up on the
You know that that I used to fuck -- named Theresa
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
Well her was a client of mine
Drive some turnaround back and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)
Well anyway I got a (uh)
And if we pull it off we can come up on a stack of paper
Here go the me, you, and him
cause the drivin the bus is down with 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 don't young niggaz none
you gotta be disguised like a senior
Don't worry about 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 shit sound shady as
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:
Nuttin plus equal none
grab the motherfuckin money 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 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 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, 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 handle this loc
I told him like Jackson, I had it under control
But I was bein greedy takin too long
So peep the next verse but first the of song goes


Standin in the middle of the
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 or I might have to dump
He was down with us on our operation
So he pulled the bus with no hesitation
But that's the drama kicked in
"Motherfucker take that!" *blam* Damn I got shot in the
up and who did I see?
This ass bus driver puttin slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, like syphillis
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, what the FUCK ON?!
This nigga must be trippin, we gon' have to him
Cool here come nigga grab your gun
[Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna me some fun
Forty-four in the right hand, nine in the
So I put twelve rounds in his motherfuckin
I don't know if it's yo' birthday, but bitch here's yo'
what you get for the twist, yea
2X
[WC] Circle nigga