Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

Aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these
Always poppin' off at the lip, talkin' about the sucka
To up and stuff 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 know, I think it's time that we step to the mic
And set the record straight, aiyo, G, we're do it like this
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 like

'Cause I wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk mutha be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't a fuck
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 start a fight in an empty room
You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with tunes

Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and
I give 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 with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

clear 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 punk mutha fuckas?
I don't know, they know, um, I gets busy like Illegal
Flow water, drop bomb shit like a seagull

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

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

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

Another day, another dollar, I'll be 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 kick in the

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 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' niggas in a
Wit an old ass janky thirty causin' ruckus
Yo be a fool tryin' to to the crew
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass you who

of the mother 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 with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

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