Luyện nghe bài hát The Assignment

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

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

Rhymes]

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

Chorus: Busta (Noreaga)

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

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

Let me go again, make sure the soakin
Out and Flipmode is like next of kin
Yo, we do what up, em niggaz that will screw it up
What! Handle your business, God, if ?Kalu? what up
I rock Clarks, on and off, like Starks
What? Shoot at your face, God, aim at heart
Yo, from to Atlanta, God we got this
Jose Luis, thugs just put me in the
I rip shows, but never go at hoes
Stay travellin, playin click, just froze
I got the left arm, stay in the game Montan'
My thug charm is now, dot com
Hear me anytime, you can it
W dot Nore, yo, my dick
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
Throw some in his jeans
thug story, I bust my gun for Nore
Snap a neck, now the law lookin for me
I'm thugged out, bugged out, blow your mug out
No di-doubt, I see you can't eat you dish out
Watch, I reach in your soul, nigga and the bitch out
Watch my rise, feel the shells that it spit out
I'm warning you, send twenty niggaz to corner you
in black
From to I-raq
Mack 10's, I be killin ya Benz
Live at ten, on CNN

Chorus *order differs

What,what!