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 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 time that we step to the mic
And set the record straight, aiyo, G, we're 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. 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 wore a made by Dapper Dan
Them punk fuckas be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back I don't give a fuck
So throw mutha fuckin' M in the sky

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

Wino, Boy, P.S. and Spoon
I give a fuck about you or your crew
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
Brothers of the M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo

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

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

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

'Cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol
And Mike Tyson, baby, my style 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 gettin' popped for record deals
I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the
But that's alright because I 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 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

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

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

'Cause I been you're 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 fuckin' goddamn flow

So, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a
Wit an old ass janky thirty eight 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 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

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