Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

Aiyo Coolio, up with all these fools?
Always 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 time it is but you know for
Who know, I think it's time that 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 with loc? Right

All you niggas run and 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 never a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk mutha fuckas be me up
And I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a
So your mutha fuckin' M in the sky

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

Wino, Boy, P.S. and Spoon
I don't a fuck about you or your crew
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo
of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

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

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

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

'Cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol
And like Tyson, baby, my style is causin' static
And jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't static
ninety 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 because 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 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

Another day, another dollar, be there when 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 in the door

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

'Cause I where you're 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' in a bucket
Wit an old ass thirty eight causin' ruckus
Yo be a tryin' to step 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
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 heel for feel
new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah
We're not ya crew, beeyotch