Luyện nghe bài hát In A Twist

You niggaz can't fade this cutthroat Maad Circle villain
Leanin, scheamin in the
Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to
to pick this Coolio up
Two ski masks, on my a nine
Nigga on my breath, on my mind (yeah)
You god damn motherfucker it's on again
Coolio the plan?

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

Nah man fuck this, shit sound shady as fuck
You gon' fuck around and have us all motherfucker

Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' nigga
and let's make some dough, this:
Nuttin nuttin equal none
Fool the motherfuckin money and run
Right come on
WC
Diamond in the back, sun cracked
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 dressed like a senior
Sittin on a bus of old motherfuckers
Wavin they singin, "I love Jesus!"
And now my concious is with me
cause I'm to rob the entire gospel choir
And I ain't askin no
Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow blessings
Cause I was at seven on the dot
No the spot, to execute the plot
And my read 6:59
So aww ducky, quack quack it's yo' time
in the motherfuckin air! *pop 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
out the window at Coolio
yellin out a car on the of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"
Yo, we handle this loc
I him like Janet Jackson, I had it under control
But I was bein greedy takin too long
So peep the next verse but first the chorus of song


Standin in the of the aisle
A rag of papes and jewelry, bout to make my escape
Coolio wavin, "C'mon hurry up
before swoop, and you get us all stuck!"
so now I'm on my way to the front
Bus driver, pull to the side or I have to dump
He was down us on our shady operation
So he the bus over with no hesitation
But that's when the drama in
"Motherfucker take that!" Damn I got shot in the back
Looked up and who did I
This ass bus driver puttin slugs in Dub C
Twistin afflicted, burnin like
Lookin at death and I'm up flesh
Ran to the car, "Coolio I've hit" "Huh?"
"I you the shit sound like a motherfuckin twist!"

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