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, type a stay real trump
I ain't the to fight a nigga, just blaze you up
What the fuck? All you niggaz say what, what
While you way thugs 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, 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
Spliff Star
Shootin all in your 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 song still Juicy

Rhymes]

Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son even know what's happenin
Before the second thought, make you the wrath of my clappin
(Boom!) flashin, two holes up in your head matchin
Dope fiend in the corner, itch from eight scars
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick shit from the gutter
Paranoid niggaz, flip and make they heartbeat flutter
You's a sucker, (ha) lace you up my box-cutter
Your mother love your other son like you ain't even his
nigga, I flip up to the max on you, nigga
Pose the violent threat immediately, on you nigga
Sky maskin', fuck whatever you askin
Busta Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we
your corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin with 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!)
Rhymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what)
Spliff Star (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!) Busta (What, what!)
(What, what!)

(What, what) Yo, the same as any, in this game you wanna lose
Jump out the Ac, run up with the Uz', move Magically Maze
Lyrically like a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby suede
I'm coppin, poppin, three in the air
For my niggaz not
in Whitney, tipsies
Specifically, and twist me its Cristy

Let me go again, make sure the soakin
Out and Flipmode is like next of kin
Yo, we do what up, sendin em niggaz will 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 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 left arm, stay in the game Montan'
My thug charm is now, dot com
me anytime, you can access it
W dot Nore, yo, suck my
Peep me with Akinyele, yo, for free
On some shit, my thugs stay fuckin with me
What!

Star]

Yo, battle
Nigga I got your gat, so let me
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 out, bugged 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 deep to you
in black
From Brook' to
Blastin 10's, I be killin ya Benz
coverage at ten, on CNN

Chorus *order slightly*

What,what!