Luyện nghe bài hát The Assignment

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

What, what, yo, you Nore, type a nigga stay real trump
I ain't the type to fight a nigga, blaze you up
What the fuck? All you niggaz say what, what
While you half way thugs sound a half way
If you ain't with Busta Bus then the fuck up
Niggaz is snakes, in other just like jakes
Yo, I raps, used to sell crack on crates
Its a stock that shot, oh look what it dropped
Yo, I hate to have to my niggaz all in you spot
Like Star
right all in your 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 don't even know happenin
Before the second thought, make you feel the wrath of my
(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 creamy from the gutter
Paranoid these niggaz, and make they heartbeat flutter
You's a sucker, (ha) lace you up my box-cutter
Your mother love your other son like you ain't his brother
nigga, I flip up to the max on you, nigga
Pose the threat immediately, black on you nigga
Sky maskin', fuck whatever you askin
Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we attachin
Hold corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin with tape recorder
Fuck is wrong with you?! Don't you we raw till the end?
shit, Flipmode Squad, CNN

Chorus: Busta (Noreaga)

Busta Rymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) (What, what!)
Thugged Out (What, what!) Spliff Star (What, what!) Busta (What, what!)
Noreaga (What, what!) Out (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Busta (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 as any, in this game you wanna lose
Jump out the Ac, run up with the Uz', don't move Magically
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 when its

Let me go again, make sure the soakin
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, if ?Kalu? what up
I rock Clarks, on and off, John Starks
What? Shoot at 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 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 stay fuckin with me
What!

Star]

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

Chorus *order differs

What,what!