Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

Aiyo Coolio, up with all these fools?
Always poppin' off at the lip, talkin' the last sucka
To fuck up and stuff like that, loc, up?
Yeah, don't everythin' you read, fool

Nah, they what time it is but you know for those
Who don't know, I think time that we step to the mic
And set the straight, aiyo, G, we're gon' do it like this
Why you tell 'em who you're down with loc? Right

All you niggas run and a friend, um
Bad mutha fuckas is bad
M.A.A.D. Circle's in the house for the fo' and
If I tell I got a four and I shoot they ass up like rifleman

'Cause I never a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk fuckas be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back I don't give a fuck
So your mutha fuckin' M in the sky

If the next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye
If you leaped up your seat you met doom
Big G start a fight in an empty room
You with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes

Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and
I don't give a about you or your crew
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo

Brothers of the M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

clear the lane, get the kids off the street
It's the one nine nine fo' and I booty
Stank ass skag mutha wanna basket
Paid by you niggas from the nigga C

The quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, it
Yo Coolio, what's up with these punk fuckas?
I don't know, they know, um, I gets busy like Illegal
Flow like water, drop bomb like a seagull

A ass nigga known to sag
And Old English, I'm settin' mutha fuckas on they ass
Diggin' graves for the braves, a trade when I flow
Decapitatin' rappers and pissin' down throats

I'm the, rusty mac pistol mackin'
And like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is causin'
And jabbin' stabbin' fucka you don't want static
Nineteen ninety fo' and you all done had it

These ol' ass niggas gettin' popped for record deals
I'm broke 'cause it no skills to pay the bills
But that's because I gotta kill a crew
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo

Brothers of the M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo
Brothers of the M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Another day, another dollar, I'll be there ya holla
It's the skanded ass, sticky face, scholar
I dip two off a ten dollar, fold it
Turn it to the and kick in the door

May all the be forgot
But if you're steppin' to the Circle connect your dots
I feel like somebody's watchin' me
And even you're watchin', you can't stop a G

'Cause I been where goin' and I know what you see
You might a rep but not on the C
O to the L to the I to the O
With the mutha goddamn flow

So, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a
Wit an old ass janky eight causin' ruckus
Yo be a fool to step to the crew
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass you who

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
Brothers of the M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo

Uh huh, all you punk ass mutha
The real is in the heel for year feel
Brand new, we're a year ago, yeah
not cookin' ya crew, beeyotch