Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

Aiyo Coolio, what's up all these fools?
Always poppin' off at the lip, talkin' the last sucka
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 think it's time that we 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 fo'ty four and I shoot ass up like rifleman

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

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

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

of the mother 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

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

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

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 when I flow
rappers and pissin' down they throats

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

These ol' whack ass gettin' 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 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 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, sticky face, alleway
I dip two off a ten dollar, fold it
it to the hook and kick in the door

May all the traytons be
But if you're steppin' to the Circle connect your dots
I feel like somebody's watchin' me
And even though you're watchin', you 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' goddamn

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

Brothers of the 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 with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo

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