Luyện nghe bài hát What's Happening

(featuring Rhymes)
[Intro: Rhymes (Method Man)]
Aiyo, (What up, fam?)
You know had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God
(Good too see you too, God)
Let's take the streets for a ride (Okay, we ridin' high)
Yeah, you better light your L, smoke L
And (kiss the sky)
Huh! And if you ever disrespect the or Meth (find their mentor)
Yeah, I-I-I think the been lookin' for this one for a long time
(Yeah, aiyo) on!

Man]
I came to bring the pain, more to the brain
Tical... I'm bustin' that ass
I burn acid rain, that acid slang
These try'nna see how I come ash again
Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for
Be in hell with Dazel and George for the hell of it
And I yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you fuckin' with that, you must be celibate
Spaz! a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle
Little in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup
Mommy if you got a fat ass, it jiggle, yup
Put it in my video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any
I'm tryin' get what I'm and not a penny less
Think fast (come on) cash (come on)
Everybody do it your stank ass (just come on)

Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Make you rob somebody (what?) grab (what?)
somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?)
Make you wanna to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?)
Wild out, in the club, we in the party (what?)
Brooklyn (come on!) (come on!)
Queensbridge down to Island (come on!)
Bronx, nigga (come on!) (come on!)
To each and every what's happening? (come on!)

Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Yeah... let 'em talk, nigga, on Bust
(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at niggaz) Yeah!

[Busta
Now me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up
And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to
While I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of
seating sketching, never believe in your niggaz (come on!)
Go head and babble you can me patiently waiting
Aimin', attackin', instead let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't watch you your niggaz'll try
To a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant
(Very defiant), I give you the pressure
And then I apply it and then breathing is stop and totally quiet (sss..
oh)
Captain of this ship, so me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to collide me
Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a of a thousand cattle
That'll over your face and frazzle your shit
Shot you, worst than a and then be torturin' you
And get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
shit'll make you..

[Chorus: Rhymes]

Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Haha, the truth... my nigga
(Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh)

Rhymes] (Method Man) {both}
Can't you see I got for you now
(Shake big fat ass in front of me now)
To all my bidders (to all my live niggaz)
{We here to blackout, follow the now
feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna
Just keep the street, but did you
Know when you bout to lose it, my
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my

[Busta
See the police (what?) Fireman coming (what?)
Street niggaz ready to and start dummin' (what?)
I to see it, whenever you and your man frontin' (what?)
Me and Meth'll step to you, quick! And smash (what?)

Man]
Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin cowards
Wack get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now think it
Get back, runnin' your gap, I allow it

Rhymes]
Well every nigga (set it off) you know we it through God
The streets be needing like me and you, God
Aiyo, I we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo
Logical, we should of done this a long time ago

Man]
I got that shit that rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty M.C., I spit flows and spit in food
Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' a curious child
I'm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious (this shit'll make you)

Busta Rhymes & Method Man)]

[Outro: Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Every day, rotation, come with it! (Let me talk... come on, hah)
(Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't some shit?)
That's shit, absotruthly, Busta Bust! (Meth Tical!)
Yeah... (yeah, let me know you wanna do that again, God)
we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!