Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

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

It's a motherfuckin come up, nigga ya gun up
It's gonna be a stick-up, came up on the
You that bitch that I used to fuck -- named Theresa
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
Well her brother was a client of
Drive turnaround trips back and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)
Well I got a caper (uh)
And if we pull it off right we can come up on a stack of
go the plan: me, you, and him
cause the nigga drivin the bus is down us
Call Crazy Toones and him to give you a ride
and you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past five
Since old people don't trust niggaz none
you gotta be disguised like a senior
Don't worry about cause it's OK
I'll be chillin behind all the motherfuckin way loc
And I wanna 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 us all stuck motherfucker

Quit like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo' nigga
and let's make some dough, check
Nuttin plus 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 senior
Sittin on a bus of old motherfuckers
Wavin bibles singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my is fuckin with me
I'm about to rob the entire gospel choir
And I ain't no questions
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 6:59
So aww shucky ducky, quack quack yo' time
Hands in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop
This is a jack nigga, and I'm startin from the
Necklaces, anklets to
to the Rolexes, I'm takin all shit, huh
I had em shakin, steady fadin, breakin
fillin my bag up with
Lookin out the at Coolio
out a car on the side of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"
Yo, we handle this loc
I him like Janet Jackson, I had it under control
But really I was bein greedy too long
So peep the next verse but first the chorus of song


Standin in the middle of the
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 operation
So he the bus over with no hesitation
But that's the drama kicked in
"Motherfucker take that!" *blam* 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
at death and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio been hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the shit sound like a twist!"

Wait, wrong, what the FUCK GOIN ON?!
nigga must be trippin, we gon' have to kill him
[WC] Cool 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 in his motherfuckin chest
I know if it's yo' birthday, but bitch here's yo' gift
what you get for the twist, yea
2X
[WC] Circle nigga