Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

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

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

'Cause I never wore a suit by Dapper Dan
punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back 'cause I give a fuck
So your mutha fuckin' M in the sky

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

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

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

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

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

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

ol' whack ass niggas gettin' popped for record deals
I'm broke it take no skills to pay the bills
But alright because 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 with 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

day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya holla
It's the skanded ass, face, alleway scholar
I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, it
it to the hook and kick in the door

May all the be forgot
But if you're steppin' to the Circle connect your dots
I feel like somebody's watchin' me
And though you're watchin', you can't stop a G

'Cause I been where you're 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' goddamn

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 with the M.A.A.D. ass you who

Brothers of the 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

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