Luyện nghe bài hát The Assignment

Word up, Busta Bus, my nigga, man. (Bus) Yeah, this one nigga
right

What, what, yo, you know Nore, type a nigga real trump
I the type to fight a nigga, just blaze you up
What the fuck? All you niggaz wanna say what,
While you way thugs sound a half way what
If you ain't Busta Bus then shut the fuck up
Niggaz is snakes, in other words like jakes
Yo, I sell raps, used to sell on crates
Its like a stock shot, oh look what it dropped
Yo, I hate to have to my niggaz all in you spot
Spliff Star
Shootin all in your car
Busta Bus plug the engine, bananas
Even if they lose, its we still got cameras
We the game like the movie, smoke Lucy
B.I.G. gone, but my favorite still Juicy

[Busta

Yo, ya-yo, yo caption, son don't even know what's happenin
the second thought, make you feel the wrath of my clappin
(Boom!) Fire flashin, two up in your head matchin
Dope fiend in the corner, itch from eight scars
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick shit from the gutter
these niggaz, flip and make they heartbeat flutter
You's a sucker, (ha) you up with my box-cutter
Your mother love your other son like you even his brother
Pussy nigga, I flip up to the max on you,
Pose the violent immediately, black on you nigga
Sky maskin', whatever question you askin
Busta Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we
Hold your corner, violatin 'cross the (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, with your tape recorder
Fuck is wrong with you?! Don't you we raw till the end?
Battlefield shit, Squad, CNN

Chorus: Rhymes (Noreaga)

Busta Rymes (What, what!) (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Thugged Out (What, what!) Spliff (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)
(What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Busta Rhymes (What, what!) (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what)
Star (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)
(What, what!)

(What, what) Yo, it's the same as any, in game you wanna lose
out the Ac, run up with the Uz', don't move Magically Maze
Lyrically like a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby suede
I'm coppin, poppin, three in the air
For my not here
in Whitney, tipsies
Specifically, and me when its Cristy

Let me go again, sure the shits soakin
Out and Flipmode is like next of kin
Yo, we do what up, em niggaz that will screw it up
What! Handle business, God, even if ?Kalu? what up
I rock Clarks, on and off, like Starks
What? Shoot at your face, God, aim at heart
Yo, from Indiana to Atlanta, God we got
Jose Luis, thugs just put me in the
I rip shows, but never go at hoes
Stay travellin, playin click, just stay
I got the left arm, stay in the game Montan'
My thug is everywhere now, dot com
Hear me anytime, you can it
W dot Nore, yo, suck my
Peep me with Akinyele, yo, for free
On some thug shit, my thugs fuckin with me
What!

[Spliff

Yo, every
Nigga I got gat, so let me splatter
Into
Throw bullets in his jeans
Another thug story, I my gun for Nore
Snap a nigga neck, now the law for me
I'm thugged out, bugged out, your fucking mug out
No di-doubt, I see you can't eat what you out
Watch, I reach in your soul, nigga and the bitch out
Watch my tech rise, feel the that it spit out
I'm warning you, send twenty niggaz deep to you
Dressed in
Brook' to I-raq
Blastin Mack 10's, I be ya Benz
coverage at ten, on CNN

Chorus differs slightly*

What,what!