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, a nigga 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 thugs sound a half way
If you ain't Busta Bus then shut the fuck up
Niggaz is snakes, in other words just 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
Spliff Star
Shootin all in your car
Busta Bus the engine, with bananas
if they lose, its like we still got cameras
We play the game like the movie, smoke
B.I.G. gone, but my favorite song Juicy

[Busta

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

Chorus: Rhymes (Noreaga)

Busta (What, what!) Noreaga (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 Star (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) Busta (What, what!)
(What, what!)

(What, what) Yo, it's the same as any, in this you wanna lose
Jump out the Ac, run up with the Uz', don't move Maze
Lyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top grade 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
Thugged Out and is like next of kin
Yo, we do what up, sendin em niggaz that screw it up
What! Handle business, God, even if ?Kalu? what up
I Clarks, on and off, like John Starks
What? Shoot at your face, God, aim at heart
Yo, from Indiana to Atlanta, God we got
Jose Luis, just put me in the hotlist
I rip shows, but gotta go at hoes
Stay travellin, playin click, stay froze
I got the left arm, stay in the like Montan'
My thug charm is now, dot com
Hear me anytime, you can it
W dot Nore, yo, my dick
me with Akinyele, yo, fuckin for free
On some thug shit, my thugs stay fuckin me
What!

[Spliff

Yo, every
I got your gat, so let me splatter
Into
Throw bullets 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 what you out
Watch, I reach in soul, nigga and pull the bitch out
Watch my tech rise, the shells that it spit out
I'm you, send twenty niggaz deep to corner you
in black
From to I-raq
Blastin Mack 10's, I be killin ya
coverage at ten, on CNN

Chorus *order slightly*

What,what!