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

[Busta

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 head matchin
fiend in the corner, itch from eight scars scratchin
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, creamy shit from the gutter
Paranoid these niggaz, flip and make heartbeat flutter
a sucker, (ha) lace you up with my box-cutter
Your mother love your other son like you even his brother
nigga, I flip up to the max on you, nigga
Pose the violent threat immediately, on you nigga
Sky maskin', whatever question you askin
Busta Rhyme and connect on the train, we attachin
Hold your corner, violatin 'cross the (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin your tape recorder
Fuck is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw till the
Battlefield shit, Squad, CNN

Chorus: Rhymes (Noreaga)

Busta Rymes (What, what!) (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Thugged Out (What, what!) Spliff Star (What, what!) Busta (What, what!)
Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what!) (What, what!)
Busta Rhymes (What, what!) (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what)
Spliff (What, what!) Flipmode (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 with the Uz', move Magically Maze
Lyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top rockin wallaby suede
I'm coppin, poppin, three in the air
For my niggaz not
in Whitney, tipsies
Specifically, and me when its Cristy

Let me go again, sure the shits soakin
Thugged Out and Flipmode is next of kin
Yo, we do what up, sendin em niggaz will screw it up
What! Handle your business, God, if ?Kalu? what up
I rock Clarks, on and off, like Starks
What? at your face, God, aim at your heart
Yo, from Indiana to Atlanta, God we got
Luis, thugs just put me in the hotlist
I rip shows, but never gotta go at
Stay travellin, playin click, 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 Akinyele, yo, fuckin for free
On some shit, my thugs stay fuckin with me
What!

[Spliff

Yo, every
Nigga I got gat, so let me splatter
smithereens
Throw some bullets in his
Another thug story, I 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 your soul, nigga and the bitch out
Watch my tech rise, feel the shells it spit out
I'm warning you, send twenty niggaz to corner you
in black
From to I-raq
Blastin 10's, I be killin ya Benz
Live at ten, on CNN

Chorus *order slightly*

What,what!