Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

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

Nah, they know time it is but you know 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 gon' do it this
Why you tell 'em who you're 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 four and I they ass up like rifleman

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

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

Wino, Boy, P.S. and Spoon
I don't give a fuck about you or crew
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
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm down 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 mutha fucka wanna basket
Paid by you niggas from the nigga C

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

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

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

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

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm with 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

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

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

'Cause I been where goin' and I know what you see
You build 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 thirty eight causin'
Yo be a fool to step to the crew
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
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

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