Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

Aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these
Always poppin' off at the lip, talkin' about the last
To fuck up and 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 time that we step to the mic
And set the record straight, aiyo, G, we're gon' do it like
Why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc?

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 shoot they ass up rifleman

'Cause I wore 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 mutha fuckin' M in the sky

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

Wino, Boy, P.S. and Spoon
I don't give a fuck you or your crew
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
Brothers of the M.A.A.D. Circle
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
ass skag 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 with these mutha fuckas?
I don't know, don't they know, um, I gets busy like
Flow like water, drop bomb shit a seagull

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

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

These ol' whack ass niggas gettin' for record deals
I'm 'cause it take 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 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

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

May all the be forgot
But if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll your dots
I always feel 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 mutha goddamn flow

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

of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
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
not cookin' ya crew, beeyotch