Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You niggaz can't fade this 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, money on my (yeah)
You god damn right motherfucker on again
Coolio what's the

It's a motherfuckin come up, load ya gun up
It's be a stick-up, came up on the liquor
You know that that I used to fuck -- named Theresa
(Yeah nigga, the big ass butt)
Well her brother was a of mine
Drive some trips back and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)
Well I got a caper (uh)
And if we pull it off right we can come up on a stack of
Here go the me, you, and him
cause the drivin the bus is down with us
Call Crazy and tell him to give you a ride
and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half five
Since old people don't trust young niggaz
you be disguised like a senior citizen
Don't worry about escape cause OK
be chillin close behind all the motherfuckin way loc
And I don't see you act up
but if anybody you better handle that shit

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

Quit like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo' nigga
and let's make some dough, check
Nuttin nuttin equal none
Fool grab the money and run
[WC] come on
WC
Diamond in the back, sun cracked
Tank on E, low on cash, oohh-woo
(some R&B sample) "Straight jackin"


So now it's goin 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 is fuckin with me
cause I'm about to rob the entire choir
And I ain't no questions
Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow blessings
I was told at seven on the dot
No the spot, to execute the plot
And my read 6:59
So aww shucky ducky, quack it's yo' time
Hands in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop
This is a jack nigga, and I'm from the back
Necklaces, anklets to
to the Rolexes, I'm all they shit, huh
I had em shakin, fadin, money breakin
fillin my bag up with
Lookin out the at Coolio
out a car on the side of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"
Yo, we gon' this 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 of the aisle
A rag full of papes and jewelry, to make my escape
Coolio wavin, "C'mon nigga up
before 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 down with us on our operation
So he pulled the bus over no hesitation
But when the drama kicked in
"Motherfucker that!" *blam* Damn I got shot in the back
up and who did I see?
This bitch-made ass bus driver slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, burnin like
at death and I'm coughin up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio been hit" "Huh?"
"I told you the shit sound like a twist!"

Wait, what's wrong, the FUCK GOIN ON?!
This nigga be trippin, we gon' have to kill him
Cool here come nigga grab your gun
[Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna me some fun
Forty-four in the right hand, nine in the
So I put twelve rounds in his motherfuckin
I know if it's yo' birthday, but bitch here's yo' gift
That's you get for the twist, yea
2X
[WC] Circle nigga