Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad Circle villain
Leanin, scheamin in the
on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton
to pick nigga Coolio up
Two ski masks, on my left a
Nigga on my breath, on my mind (yeah)
You god right motherfucker it's on again
Coolio what's the

It's a motherfuckin come up, nigga ya gun up
It's gonna be a stick-up, came up on the
You know that bitch that I to fuck -- named Theresa
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
Well her brother was a client of
Drive some turnaround trips and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)
Well I got a caper (uh)
And if we pull it off we can come up on a stack of paper
Here go the me, you, and him
cause the nigga drivin the bus is down us
Call Crazy Toones and him to give you a ride
and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at past five
Since old people trust young niggaz none
you gotta be disguised a senior citizen
Don't about escape cause it's OK
be chillin close behind all the motherfuckin way loc
And I wanna see you act up
but if anybody trip you better that shit

Nah man fuck this, this shit shady as fuck
You fuck around and have us all stuck motherfucker

Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' nigga
and make some dough, check this:
Nuttin plus nuttin equal
Fool grab the motherfuckin and run
[WC] come on
WC
Diamond in the back, sun roof
on E, niggaz low on cash, oohh-woo
(some R&B sample) "Straight jackin"


So now it's accordin to plan
I'm on the back of the bus like a senior citizen
Sittin on a bus of old motherfuckers
Wavin they bibles singin, "I Jesus!"
And now my concious is fuckin me
cause I'm to rob the entire gospel choir
And I ain't no questions
Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em point blessings
Cause I was at seven on the dot
No matter the spot, to the plot
And my read 6:59
So aww shucky ducky, quack quack it's yo'
Hands in the motherfuckin air! pop pop*
is a jack nigga, and I'm startin from the back
Necklaces, anklets to
to the Rolexes, I'm all they shit, huh
I had em shakin, fadin, money breakin
my bag up with bacon
Lookin out the window at
yellin out a car on the of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"
Yo, we gon' handle loc
I told him Janet Jackson, I had it under control
But really I was bein greedy too long
So peep the next verse but first the chorus of goes


Standin in the middle of the
A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to my escape
Coolio wavin, "C'mon hurry up
one-time swoop, and you get us all stuck!"
Aight so now I'm on my way to the
Bus driver, to the side or I might have to dump
He was with us on our shady operation
So he pulled the bus with no hesitation
But that's when the kicked in
"Motherfucker take that!" *blam* I got shot in the back
Looked up and who did I
This bitch-made ass bus driver slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, like syphillis
Lookin at and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio I've hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the shit sound a motherfuckin twist!"

Wait, wrong, what the FUCK GOIN ON?!
This must be trippin, we gon' have to kill him
[WC] Cool here come nigga your gun
[Coolio] Alright, I'm have me some fun
in the right hand, nine in the left
So I put twelve rounds in his motherfuckin
I don't if it's yo' birthday, but bitch here's yo' gift
That's you get for the twist, yea
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[WC] Maad Circle