Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You niggaz can't this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad Circle villain
Leanin, scheamin in the
Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to
to pick this Coolio up
Two ski masks, on my a nine
Nigga on my breath, money on my (yeah)
You god damn motherfucker it's on again
Coolio 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 that bitch that I used to -- named Theresa
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
Well her brother was a of mine
Drive some turnaround back and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)
anyway I got a caper (uh)
And if we pull it off 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 and Broadway, at half past five
old people don't trust young niggaz none
you gotta be disguised like a citizen
Don't worry about escape it's OK
be chillin close behind 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 gon' fuck and have us all stuck motherfucker

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


So now goin accordin to plan
I'm on the back of the bus dressed like a citizen
on a bus full of old motherfuckers
Wavin they bibles singin, "I Jesus!"
And now my is fuckin with me
cause I'm about to rob the gospel choir
And I ain't askin no
Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em point blessings
I was told at seven on the dot
No the spot, to execute the plot
And my watch 6:59
So aww shucky ducky, 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 all they shit, huh
I had em shakin, fadin, money breakin
my bag up with bacon
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 like Jackson, I had it under control
But really I was bein takin too long
So peep the next verse but the chorus of song goes


Standin in the of the aisle
A rag of papes and jewelry, bout to make 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, pull to the side or I might to dump
He was down with us on our shady
So he the bus over with no hesitation
But when the drama kicked in
"Motherfucker that!" *blam* Damn I got shot in the back
Looked up and who did I
bitch-made ass bus driver puttin slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, burnin like
Lookin at and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio I've hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the shit sound like a twist!"

Wait, wrong, what the FUCK GOIN ON?!
This 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, in the left
So I put rounds in his motherfuckin chest
I don't if it's yo' birthday, but bitch here's yo' gift
That's you get for the twist, yea
2X
[WC] Circle nigga