Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

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

Nah, know what time it is but you know for those
Who don't know, I think it's time that we to the mic
And set the straight, aiyo, G, we're gon' do it like 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. Circle's in the house for the fo' and
If I tell I got a four and I shoot they ass up like rifleman

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

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

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

Nigga the lane, get the kids off the street
It's the one nine fo' and I smell booty
Stank ass mutha fucka wanna basket
Paid by you niggas from the Dub' 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 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, mac pistol mackin'
And like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is static
And jabbin' stabbin' fucka you don't want static
Nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all had it

These ol' whack ass niggas gettin' for record deals
I'm broke 'cause it no skills to pay the bills
But that's alright I gotta kill a crew
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
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Another day, another dollar, I'll be there 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 traytons be
But if you're to the Circle we'll connect your dots
I feel like somebody's watchin' me
And even though you're watchin', you stop 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 fuckin' flow

So, fuck it, fuck it, fo' in a bucket
Wit an old ass janky eight causin' ruckus
Yo be a fool 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 down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo
of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

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