Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

Aiyo Coolio, what's up with all fools?
poppin' off at the lip, talkin' about the last sucka
To fuck up and like that, loc, what's up?
Yeah, believe everythin' you read, fool

Nah, they know what 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, gon' do it like this
Why don't you tell 'em who you're down loc? Right

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

'Cause I wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk mutha be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em back 'cause I don't give a fuck
So throw mutha fuckin' M in the sky

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

Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and
I don't give a fuck about you or your
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 mother M.A.A.D.
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo

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

The to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it
Yo Coolio, up with these punk mutha fuckas?
I don't know, they 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' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I
Decapitatin' rappers and down they throats

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

These ol' whack ass niggas popped for record deals
I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the
But that's alright because I gotta kill a
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
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 ass, sticky face, alleway scholar
I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, it
Turn it to the hook and 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 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 fuckin' flow

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

Brothers of the 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 the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

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