Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

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

Nah, they what time it is but you know for those
Who don't know, I think time that we step to the mic
And set the record straight, aiyo, G, we're gon' do it this
Why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc?

All you run and tell a friend, um
Bad mutha fuckas is bad
M.A.A.D. Circle's in the house for the fo' and
If I tell I got a fo'ty four and I they ass up like rifleman

'Cause I never wore a suit by Dapper Dan
Them punk mutha be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a
So your mutha fuckin' M in the sky

If the nigga 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 empty
You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy

Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and
I don't give a fuck about you or crew
I'm down 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
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo

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

The quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, 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 a seagull

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

'Cause I'm the, rusty mac mackin'
And like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is static
And jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't static
Nineteen ninety fo' and you all done had it

ol' whack ass niggas gettin' popped for record deals
I'm broke 'cause it 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

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

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

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

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

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm down 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

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