Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

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

Nah, they know what time it is but you know for
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 this
Why don't you 'em who you're down with loc? Right

All you run and tell a friend, um
Bad mutha fuckas is bad
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 wore a made by Dapper Dan
Them punk mutha be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back 'cause I give a fuck
So throw your mutha M in the sky

If the nigga next to you down, bust him in the eye
If you leaped up seat you met your doom
Big G could start a in an empty room
You fuck with me, you gotta fuck crazy tunes

Wino, Boy, P.S. and Spoon
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 the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

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

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

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

'Cause I'm the, mac pistol mackin'
And Mike Tyson, baby, my style is causin' static
And jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want
ninety 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 alright because I gotta kill a crew
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
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, be there when ya holla
It's the skanded ass, sticky face, 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 feel like somebody's watchin' me
And even you're watchin', you can't stop a G

'Cause I been where you're 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' in a bucket
Wit an old ass thirty eight causin' ruckus
Yo be a tryin' to step to the crew
I'm with 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
Brothers of the M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo

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