Luyện nghe bài hát The Assignment

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

What, what, yo, you know Nore, a nigga stay real trump
I ain't the to fight a nigga, just blaze you up
What the All you niggaz wanna say what, what
While you half way thugs sound a 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 crack on crates
Its a stock that shot, oh look what it dropped
Yo, I hate to have to send my all in you spot
Spliff Star
Shootin all in your car
Bus plug the engine, with bananas
Even if they lose, its like we got cameras
We play the game like the movie, smoke
B.I.G. gone, but my song still Juicy

Rhymes]

Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son don't even know what's
Before the second thought, make you feel the wrath of my
(Boom!) Fire flashin, two holes up in your matchin
Dope fiend in the corner, itch eight scars scratchin
(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick creamy shit the gutter
these niggaz, flip and make they 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 up to the max on you, nigga
Pose the violent threat immediately, on you nigga
Sky maskin', fuck whatever question you
Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we attachin
Hold your corner, violatin 'cross the (huh)
Try to catch my jewel, with your tape recorder
Fuck is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw the end?
shit, Flipmode Squad, CNN

Chorus: Rhymes (Noreaga)

Rymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)
Thugged Out (What, what!) 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)
Spliff Star (What, what!) (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 the Uz', don't move Magically Maze
Lyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top grade rockin 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
Thugged Out and is like next of kin
Yo, we do up, sendin em niggaz that will screw it up
What! Handle your business, God, even if what up
I rock Clarks, on and off, like Starks
What? at your face, God, aim at your heart
Yo, from to Atlanta, God we got this
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 arm, stay in the game like Montan'
My charm is everywhere now, dot com
me anytime, you can access it
W dot Nore, yo, my dick
Peep me with Akinyele, yo, fuckin for
On some thug shit, my stay fuckin with me
What!

Star]

Yo, battle
Nigga I got gat, so let me splatter
Into
Throw some in his jeans
Another thug story, I 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 can't eat what you out
Watch, I in your soul, nigga and pull the bitch out
Watch my tech rise, feel the shells it spit out
I'm warning you, send twenty niggaz deep to you
in black
From to I-raq
Mack 10's, I be killin ya Benz
Live at ten, on CNN

Chorus *order differs

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