Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

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

It's a motherfuckin come up, load ya gun up
It's gonna be a stick-up, came up on the
You know bitch 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)
anyway I got a caper (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 Crazy and tell him to give you a ride
and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past
Since old don't trust young niggaz none
you gotta be disguised a senior citizen
Don't worry escape cause it's OK
I'll be chillin close behind all the way loc
And I wanna see you act up
but if anybody trip you better that shit

Nah man this, this shit 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 make some dough, check this:
Nuttin plus equal none
grab the motherfuckin money and run
[WC] come on
WC
Diamond in the back, sun cracked
Tank on E, niggaz low on cash,
(some R&B sample) "Straight jackin"


So now it's accordin to plan
I'm on the back of the bus dressed a senior citizen
Sittin on a bus of old motherfuckers
Wavin bibles singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my concious is with me
cause I'm to rob the entire gospel choir
And I ain't no questions
don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point blessings
Cause I was told at on the dot
No matter the spot, to execute the
And my watch 6:59
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
fillin my bag up bacon
Lookin out the 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 control
But I was bein greedy takin too long
So peep the next but first the chorus of song goes


Standin in the of the aisle
A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to 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, to the side or I might have to dump
He was with us on our shady operation
So he the bus over with no hesitation
But that's when the drama in
"Motherfucker take that!" *blam* Damn I got in the back
Looked up and who did I
This bitch-made ass bus puttin slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, burnin syphillis
at death and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio been hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the shit like a motherfuckin twist!"

Wait, what's wrong, what the GOIN ON?!
This must be trippin, we gon' have to kill him
[WC] Cool here come grab your gun
[Coolio] Alright, I'm have me some fun
Forty-four in the hand, nine in the left
So I put rounds 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] Circle nigga