Luyện nghe bài hát The Assignment

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

What, what, yo, you Nore, type a nigga stay real trump
I ain't the type to fight a nigga, blaze you up
What the fuck? All you wanna say what, what
While you way thugs sound a half way what
If you ain't with Busta Bus then the fuck up
Niggaz is snakes, in other words like jakes
Yo, I sell raps, to sell crack on crates
Its a stock that shot, oh look what it dropped
Yo, I to have to send my niggaz all in you spot
Like Spliff
right all in your car
Busta Bus plug the engine, bananas
Even if lose, its like we still got cameras
We play the game the movie, smoke Lucy
B.I.G. gone, but my favorite song still

[Busta

Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son don't even know what's
Before the second thought, you feel the wrath of my clappin
(Boom!) flashin, two holes up in your head matchin
Dope fiend in the corner, itch eight scars scratchin
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, creamy shit from the gutter
Paranoid these niggaz, flip and make heartbeat flutter
You's a sucker, (ha) you up with my box-cutter
mother love your other son like you ain't even his brother
Pussy nigga, I flip up to the max on you,
Pose the violent threat immediately, on you nigga
Sky maskin', fuck whatever question you
Busta Rhyme and connect on the train, we attachin
Hold your corner, violatin the border (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, spyin with your tape
Fuck is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw till the
Battlefield shit, Squad, CNN

Chorus: Rhymes (Noreaga)

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

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

Let me go again, sure the shits soakin
Thugged Out and Flipmode is like of kin
Yo, we do what up, sendin em niggaz that will it up
What! Handle your business, God, even if what up
I rock Clarks, on and off, John Starks
What? at your face, God, aim at your heart
Yo, from to Atlanta, God we got this
Jose Luis, just put me in the hotlist
I rip shows, but never go at hoes
Stay travellin, playin click, stay froze
I got the left arm, stay in the like Montan'
My charm is everywhere now, dot com
me anytime, you can access it
W dot Nore, yo, my dick
me with Akinyele, yo, fuckin for free
On some thug shit, my stay fuckin with me
What!

[Spliff

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

Chorus *order slightly*

What,what!