Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

Aiyo Coolio, what's up with all fools?
poppin' off at the lip, talkin' about the last sucka
To fuck up and like that, loc, what's up?
Yeah, don't believe everythin' you read,

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

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

'Cause I never wore a suit by Dapper Dan
Them mutha fuckas be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em back 'cause I don't give a fuck
So throw 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 could a fight in an empty room
You fuck with me, you fuck with crazy tunes

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

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

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

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

A janky ass known to sag
And like Old English, I'm settin' mutha on they ass
Diggin' for the braves, that's a trade when I flow
Decapitatin' rappers and down they throats

'Cause I'm the, rusty mac mackin'
And like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is static
And jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you want static
ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it

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

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

Another day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya
It's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway
I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, it
Turn it to the hook and in the door

May all the be forgot
But if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll connect dots
I always feel somebody's watchin' me
And even though you're watchin', you 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, it, fo' niggas in a bucket
Wit an old ass janky eight causin' ruckus
Yo be a fool to step to the crew
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass you know who

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

Uh huh, all you punk ass fuckas
The steel is in the heel for year feel
Brand new, we're nowhere a ago, yeah
We're not cookin' ya crew,