Luyện nghe bài hát The Assignment

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

What, what, yo, you Nore, type a nigga stay real trump
I the type to fight a nigga, just blaze you up
What the fuck? All you niggaz say what, what
you half way thugs sound 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, to sell crack on crates
Its like a stock that shot, oh look what it
Yo, I hate to have to my niggaz all in you spot
Like Star
Shootin all in your car
Busta Bus plug the engine, bananas
Even if they lose, its like we still got
We play the game like the movie, Lucy
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, make you feel the of my clappin
(Boom!) Fire flashin, two holes up in head matchin
Dope in the corner, itch from eight scars scratchin
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick shit from the gutter
Paranoid these niggaz, flip and make they flutter
You's a sucker, (ha) you up with my box-cutter
Your mother love your other son like you ain't his brother
Pussy nigga, I flip up to the max on you,
Pose the violent threat immediately, black on you
Sky maskin', fuck question you askin
Busta and Nore connect on the train, we attachin
your corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin with your tape
Fuck is wrong you?! Don't you know we raw till the end?
shit, Flipmode Squad, CNN

Chorus: Busta (Noreaga)

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

(What, what) Yo, it's the as any, in this game you wanna lose
out the Ac, run up with the Uz', don't move Magically Maze
Lyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top rockin 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 Flipmode is like of kin
Yo, we do what up, em niggaz that will screw it up
What! Handle your business, God, even if what up
I rock Clarks, on and off, John Starks
What? Shoot at your face, God, aim at heart
Yo, Indiana to Atlanta, God we got this
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 arm, stay in the game like Montan'
My charm is everywhere now, dot com
me anytime, you can access it
W dot Nore, yo, suck my
me with Akinyele, yo, fuckin for free
On some shit, my thugs stay fuckin with me
What!

Star]

Yo, every
Nigga I got gat, so let me splatter
Into
Throw some bullets in his
thug story, I bust my gun for Nore
Snap a nigga neck, now the law for me
I'm thugged out, bugged out, your fucking 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 tech rise, feel the shells that it out
I'm warning you, send twenty niggaz to corner you
in black
From Brook' to
Blastin Mack 10's, I be ya Benz
Live at ten, on CNN

Chorus *order slightly*

What,what!