Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

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

Nah, they know 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 niggas run and a friend, um
Bad mutha is bad again
M.A.A.D. Circle's in the house for the fo' and
If I I got a fo'ty four and I shoot they ass up like rifleman

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

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

Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and
I give a fuck about you or your crew
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

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

The quicker to sticker, sucka killa, bust it
Yo Coolio, what's up with punk mutha fuckas?
I don't know, don't they know, um, I busy like Illegal
Flow like water, drop bomb shit like a

A janky ass nigga to sag
And like Old English, I'm settin' mutha on they ass
Diggin' graves for the braves, a trade when I flow
Decapitatin' and pissin' down they throats

'Cause I'm the, mac pistol 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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I been where you're and I know what you see
You might a rep but not on the C
O to the L to the I to the O
With the mutha fuckin' flow

So, it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket
Wit an old ass thirty eight causin' ruckus
Yo be a tryin' to step to the crew
I'm with 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 with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo

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