Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

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

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

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

'Cause I never a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk mutha fuckas be me up
And I hit 'em right back 'cause I give a fuck
So throw your mutha M in the sky

If the nigga next to you down, bust him in the eye
If you leaped up seat you met your doom
Big G could start a fight in an empty
You fuck with me, you gotta fuck crazy tunes

Wino, Boy, P.S. and Spoon
I don't give a about you or your crew
I'm down 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
Brothers of the 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 fo' and I smell booty
Stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna
Paid by you from the nigga Dub' C

The to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it
Yo Coolio, what's up with these punk mutha
I don't know, don't they know, um, I busy like Illegal
Flow like water, drop bomb shit like a

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

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

These ol' whack ass niggas gettin' popped for record
I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the
But that's alright because I gotta kill a
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
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 when ya holla
It's the skanded ass, sticky face, scholar
I dip two off a ten dollar, fold it
it to the hook and kick in the door

May all the traytons be
But if you're steppin' to the we'll connect your dots
I always feel somebody's watchin' me
And even though 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 fuckin' flow

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

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

Uh huh, all you ass mutha fuckas
The real steel is in the for year feel
Brand new, we're nowhere a year ago,
We're not ya crew, beeyotch