Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

Aiyo Coolio, up with all these fools?
Always poppin' off at the lip, about the last sucka
To fuck up and stuff that, loc, what's 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 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 Right

All you run and tell a friend, um
Bad fuckas is bad again
M.A.A.D. Circle's in the for the ninety fo' and
If I tell I got a fo'ty four and I shoot they ass up rifleman

'Cause I wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk fuckas be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em back 'cause I don't give a fuck
So throw mutha fuckin' M in the sky

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

Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and
I don't give a about you or your crew
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
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm with 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 mutha fucka wanna basket
Paid by you niggas the nigga 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 they know, um, I busy like Illegal
Flow like water, drop 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' down throats

'Cause I'm the, rusty mac mackin'
And like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is static
And jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you want static
Nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all had it

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

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

May all the be forgot
But if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll your dots
I always feel like somebody's me
And even though you're watchin', you can't 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' goddamn

So, fuck it, fuck it, fo' in a bucket
Wit an old ass janky eight causin' ruckus
Yo be a fool tryin' to step to the
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass you know who

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

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