Luyện nghe bài hát The Assignment

Word up, Busta Bus, my 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 sound a half way what
If you ain't with Busta Bus then shut the up
Niggaz is snakes, in other words just like
Yo, I sell raps, used to crack on crates
Its like a stock that shot, oh look what it
Yo, I hate to have to send my niggaz all in you
Like Star
Shootin right all in car
Busta Bus the engine, with bananas
Even if they lose, its like we got cameras
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 even know what's happenin
the second thought, make 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, creamy shit from the gutter
Paranoid these niggaz, and make they heartbeat flutter
a sucker, (ha) lace you up with my box-cutter
Your love your other son like you ain't even his brother
Pussy nigga, I up to the max on you, nigga
the violent 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 the border (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin your tape recorder
Fuck is with you?! Don't you know we raw till the end?
Battlefield shit, Squad, CNN

Chorus: Rhymes (Noreaga)

Busta Rymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) (What, what!)
Thugged Out (What, what!) Star (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)
Star (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', don't Magically Maze
Lyrically like a SWAT raid, top grade 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, make the shits soakin
Thugged Out and is like next of kin
Yo, we do what up, em niggaz that will screw it up
What! Handle business, God, even if ?Kalu? what up
I Clarks, on and off, like John Starks
Shoot at your face, God, aim at your heart
Yo, Indiana to Atlanta, God we got this
Jose Luis, thugs just put me in the
I rip shows, but never gotta go at
Stay travellin, click, just stay froze
I got the left arm, stay in the game Montan'
My thug charm is now, dot com
Hear me anytime, you can it
W dot Nore, yo, suck my
Peep me Akinyele, yo, fuckin for free
On some thug shit, my thugs stay with me
What!

[Spliff

Yo, battle
Nigga I got your gat, so let me
Into
Throw some in his jeans
Another thug story, I bust my gun for
Snap a nigga neck, now the law for me
I'm thugged out, out, blow your fucking mug out
No di-doubt, I see you eat what you dish out
Watch, I reach in your soul, nigga and pull the out
Watch my tech rise, the shells that it spit out
I'm warning you, send twenty niggaz to corner you
in black
From to I-raq
Blastin Mack 10's, I be killin ya
coverage at ten, on CNN

Chorus differs slightly*

What,what!