Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

Aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these
poppin' off at the lip, talkin' about the last sucka
To fuck up and stuff that, loc, what's up?
Yeah, don't believe everythin' you read,

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 straight, aiyo, G, we're gon' do it like this
Why you tell '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. in the house for the ninety fo' and
If I tell I got a fo'ty four and I shoot they ass up rifleman

'Cause I never wore a suit by Dapper Dan
Them mutha fuckas be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back 'cause I give a fuck
So throw your fuckin' M in the sky

If the next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye
If you leaped up your seat you met your
Big G could start a fight in an 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 down 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
Brothers of the M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo

Nigga clear the lane, get the off the street
It's the one nine nine fo' and I smell
ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket
Paid by you niggas from the nigga C

The to sticker, sucka nigga 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 bomb 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, that's a trade when I
rappers and pissin' down they throats

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

These ol' whack ass niggas popped for record deals
I'm 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills
But that's alright because I kill a crew
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

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 the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Another day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya
It's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway
I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, it
Turn it to the hook and kick in the

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

'Cause I been where you're goin' and I 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, it, fo' niggas in a bucket
Wit an old ass janky thirty eight causin'
Yo be a fool tryin' to to the crew
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass you know who

Brothers of the M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u 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 punk ass mutha
The steel is in the heel for year feel
Brand new, we're nowhere a year ago,
We're not cookin' ya crew,