Luyện nghe bài hát The Assignment

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

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

Rhymes]

Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son even know what's happenin
Before the second thought, make you the wrath of my clappin
(Boom!) Fire flashin, two holes up in your head
Dope fiend in the corner, itch from eight scratchin
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick creamy 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 up to the max on you, nigga
Pose the violent immediately, black on you nigga
Sky maskin', fuck whatever question you
Busta Rhyme and Nore on the train, we attachin
Hold your corner, violatin the border (huh)
Try to my jewel, spyin with your tape recorder
Fuck is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw till the
shit, Flipmode Squad, CNN

Chorus: Busta (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 (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what)
Spliff (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)
(What, what!)

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

Let me go again, make sure the shits
Thugged Out and Flipmode is like of kin
Yo, we do up, sendin em niggaz that will screw it up
What! Handle business, God, even if ?Kalu? what up
I rock Clarks, on and off, John Starks
What? at your face, God, aim at your heart
Yo, from to Atlanta, God we got this
Luis, thugs just put me in the hotlist
I rip shows, but gotta go at hoes
Stay travellin, playin click, stay froze
I got the arm, stay in the game like Montan'
My thug is everywhere now, dot com
me anytime, you can access it
W dot Nore, yo, suck my
Peep me with Akinyele, yo, fuckin for
On some thug shit, my thugs fuckin with me
What!

Star]

Yo, battle
I got your gat, so let me splatter
Into
some bullets in his jeans
Another thug story, I my gun for Nore
a nigga neck, now the law lookin 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, and pull the bitch out
Watch my tech rise, feel the that it spit out
I'm warning you, send twenty deep to corner you
in black
From Brook' to
Mack 10's, I be killin ya Benz
Live at ten, on CNN

*order differs slightly*

What,what!