Luyện nghe bài hát The Assignment

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

What, what, yo, you know Nore, type a nigga stay real
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 thugs a half way what
If you with Busta Bus then shut the fuck up
Niggaz is snakes, in other words just jakes
Yo, I sell raps, used to sell crack on
Its like a stock shot, oh look what it dropped
Yo, I to have to send my niggaz all in you spot
Like Spliff
right all in your car
Busta Bus plug the engine, bananas
Even if lose, its like we still got cameras
We play the game like the movie, smoke
B.I.G. gone, but my song still Juicy

Rhymes]

Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son even know what's happenin
Before the second thought, you feel the wrath of my clappin
(Boom!) flashin, two holes up in your head matchin
Dope fiend in the corner, itch eight scars scratchin
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick creamy shit from the
these niggaz, flip and make they heartbeat flutter
You's a sucker, (ha) lace you up with my
Your mother love your other son like you even his brother
nigga, I flip up to the max on you, nigga
Pose the violent immediately, black on you nigga
Sky maskin', whatever question you askin
Busta Rhyme and Nore on the train, we attachin
Hold your corner, violatin 'cross the (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin with your tape
Fuck is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw the end?
shit, Flipmode 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!)
Noreaga (What, what!) Out (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Rhymes (What, what!) Noreaga (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 this game you lose
Jump out the Ac, run up with the Uz', move Magically Maze
Lyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby
I'm always coppin, poppin, in the air
For my not here
in Whitney, tipsies
Specifically, and me when its Cristy

Let me go again, make sure the shits
Thugged Out and Flipmode is like of kin
Yo, we do what up, sendin em that will screw it up
What! Handle your business, God, even if 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
Jose Luis, thugs just put me in the
I rip shows, but gotta go at hoes
Stay travellin, playin click, just froze
I got the left arm, stay in the 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!

[Spliff

Yo, battle
Nigga I got gat, so let me splatter
Into
Throw some bullets in his
Another thug story, I my gun for Nore
a nigga neck, now the law lookin for me
I'm thugged out, bugged out, blow your mug out
No di-doubt, I see you eat what you dish out
Watch, I in your soul, nigga and pull the bitch out
Watch my tech rise, feel the shells it spit out
I'm warning you, send niggaz deep to corner you
Dressed in
Brook' to I-raq
Blastin Mack 10's, I be ya Benz
Live at ten, on CNN

*order differs slightly*

What,what!