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

Rhymes]

Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son don't even know happenin
Before the second thought, make you feel the of my clappin
(Boom!) Fire flashin, two holes up in your matchin
Dope fiend in the corner, itch from eight scratchin
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick creamy from the gutter
Paranoid these niggaz, flip and make they heartbeat
You's a sucker, (ha) lace you up my box-cutter
Your mother love your other son 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', fuck whatever question you
Busta Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we
your corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin with your tape
is wrong 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!) Spliff Star (What, what!) Rhymes (What, what!)
(What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Busta (What, what!) Noreaga (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 this game you lose
Jump out the Ac, run up with the Uz', don't move Maze
Lyrically invade a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby suede
I'm coppin, poppin, three in the air
For my not here
Locked in Whitney,
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 that screw it up
What! Handle your business, God, even if what up
I rock Clarks, on and off, John Starks
Shoot at your face, God, aim at your heart
Yo, Indiana to Atlanta, God we got this
Luis, thugs just put me in the hotlist
I rip shows, but gotta go at hoes
Stay travellin, playin click, just stay
I got the left arm, stay in the game like
My charm is everywhere now, dot com
Hear me anytime, you can it
W dot Nore, yo, my dick
Peep me with Akinyele, yo, fuckin for
On some thug shit, my thugs fuckin with me
What!

Star]

Yo, battle
Nigga I got your gat, so let me
smithereens
Throw some in his jeans
Another thug story, I my gun for Nore
a nigga neck, now the law lookin for me
I'm thugged out, bugged out, blow fucking mug out
No di-doubt, I see you can't eat what you out
Watch, I reach in your soul, nigga and the bitch out
Watch my rise, feel the shells that it spit out
I'm warning you, send twenty niggaz deep to you
Dressed in
Brook' to I-raq
Blastin Mack 10's, I be ya Benz
coverage at ten, on CNN

Chorus differs slightly*

What,what!