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 nigga stay real
I ain't the to fight a nigga, just blaze you up
What the fuck? All you niggaz wanna say what,
While you half way thugs sound a half way
If you ain't Busta Bus then shut the fuck up
is snakes, in other words 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 send my niggaz all in you
Like Spliff
Shootin all in your car
Busta Bus the engine, with bananas
Even if they lose, its like we still got
We play the game like the movie, Lucy
B.I.G. gone, but my favorite 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 from eight scratchin
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick creamy shit 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 you ain't even his brother
nigga, I flip up to the max on you, nigga
Pose the threat immediately, black on you nigga
Sky maskin', whatever question you askin
Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we attachin
Hold your corner, violatin 'cross the (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: Busta (Noreaga)

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

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

[Spliff

Yo, battle
Nigga I got gat, so let me splatter
smithereens
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 eat what you dish out
Watch, I reach in soul, nigga and pull the bitch out
Watch my rise, feel the shells that it spit out
I'm warning you, send niggaz deep to corner you
in black
From Brook' to
Blastin 10's, I be killin ya Benz
coverage at ten, on CNN

Chorus *order differs

What,what!