Luyện nghe bài hát The Assignment

Word up, Busta Bus, my nigga, man. (Bus) Yeah, this one nigga
right

What, what, yo, you know Nore, type a nigga stay real
I the type to fight a nigga, just blaze you up
the fuck? All you niggaz wanna say what, what
While you half way sound a half way what
If you with Busta Bus then shut the fuck up
Niggaz is snakes, in other words just like
Yo, I sell raps, used to sell on crates
Its like a that shot, oh look what it dropped
Yo, I hate to have to send my all in you spot
Spliff Star
Shootin right all in car
Busta Bus plug the engine, bananas
if they lose, its like we still got cameras
We the game like the movie, smoke Lucy
B.I.G. gone, but my favorite song still

Rhymes]

Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son don't know what's happenin
Before the second thought, you feel the wrath of my clappin
(Boom!) Fire flashin, two holes up in your head
Dope fiend in the corner, itch from scars scratchin
(Huh) We make the butta, thick creamy 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
Pussy nigga, I flip up to the max on you,
Pose the violent immediately, black on you nigga
Sky maskin', fuck whatever question you
Busta Rhyme and Nore on the train, we attachin
Hold corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin with tape recorder
Fuck is wrong you?! Don't you know we raw till the end?
Battlefield shit, Squad, CNN

Chorus: Busta (Noreaga)

Busta Rymes (What, what!) (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Out (What, what!) Spliff Star (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)
Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what!) (What, what!)
Busta Rhymes (What, what!) (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 invade a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby suede
I'm always coppin, poppin, in the air
For my not here
in Whitney, tipsies
Specifically, and twist me when its

Let me go again, make the shits soakin
Out and Flipmode is like next of kin
Yo, we do what up, em niggaz that will screw it up
What! your business, God, even if ?Kalu? what up
I rock Clarks, on and off, John Starks
What? Shoot at your face, God, aim at your
Yo, from Indiana to Atlanta, God we got
Jose Luis, thugs put me in the hotlist
I rip shows, but never gotta go at
Stay travellin, playin click, just stay
I got the left arm, in the game like Montan'
My thug charm is now, dot com
Hear me anytime, you can it
W dot Nore, yo, suck my
Peep me with Akinyele, yo, fuckin for
On some thug shit, my thugs stay with me
What!

Star]

Yo, every
I got your gat, so let me splatter
Into
Throw some bullets in his
Another thug story, I my gun for Nore
a nigga neck, now the law lookin 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 the bitch out
Watch my tech rise, the shells that it spit out
I'm you, send twenty niggaz deep to corner you
Dressed in
Brook' to I-raq
Blastin 10's, I be killin ya Benz
Live at ten, on CNN

Chorus *order slightly*

What,what!