Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

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

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

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

'Cause I wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back 'cause I give a fuck
So throw your mutha 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 doom
Big G could start a fight in an empty
You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with tunes

Wino, Boy, P.S. and Spoon
I don't a fuck 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
of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
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 nine fo' and I 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 these punk fuckas?
I know, don't they know, um, I gets busy like Illegal
Flow water, drop bomb shit like a seagull

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

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

These ol' whack ass niggas gettin' popped for record
I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the
But that's alright 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 mother M.A.A.D.
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo

Another day, another dollar, be there when ya holla
It's the 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 you're to the Circle we'll connect your dots
I always feel somebody's watchin' me
And even though you're watchin', you stop a G

'Cause I been where you're and I know 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 goddamn flow

So, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a
Wit an old ass janky eight causin' ruckus
Yo be a fool tryin' to to the crew
I'm down 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 is in the heel for year feel
Brand new, we're a year ago, yeah
We're not cookin' ya crew,