Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

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

Nah, they know 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 record straight, aiyo, G, gon' do it like this
Why don't you 'em who you're down with loc? Right

All you niggas run and a friend, um
Bad fuckas is bad again
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 wore a suit made by Dan
Them mutha fuckas be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back I don't give a fuck
So throw your fuckin' M in the sky

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

Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and
I don't a fuck 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 with 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

Nigga the lane, get the kids off the street
It's the one nine fo' and I smell booty
Stank ass mutha fucka wanna basket
by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C

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

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

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

These ol' whack ass niggas gettin' popped for record
I'm broke it take no skills to pay the bills
But that's alright I gotta kill a 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

Another day, another dollar, be there when ya holla
It's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway
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 we'll your dots
I feel like somebody's watchin' me
And even though you're watchin', you can't a G

'Cause I been where you're goin' and I know you see
You build 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 janky thirty eight causin'
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 with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
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
new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah
We're not ya crew, beeyotch