Luyện nghe bài hát What's Happening

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

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

[Chorus: 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?)
out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what?)
Brooklyn (come on!) (come on!)
down to Long Island (come on!)
Bronx, (come on!) Manhattan (come on!)
To each and hood what's happening? (come on!)

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

Rhymes]
Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people up
And pick up and pack shit up, homey, it's time to move
I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your
Figure seating sketching, believe in your niggaz (come on!)
Go and babble you can watch me patiently waiting
Aimin', attackin', instead let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't you when your niggaz'll try
To feel a of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant
(Very defiant), I give you the pressure
And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally (sss..
oh)
Captain of this ship, so me the pilot
I leave you and your to collide with me
Die, stomp on a nigga, just a herd of a thousand cattle
travel over your face and frazzle your shit
Shot you, worst than a brick and be torturin' you
And get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
This shit'll you..

[Chorus: Busta

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

[Busta Rhymes] (Method Man)
you see what I got for you now
(Shake your big fat ass in of me now)
To all my high bidders (to all my niggaz)
{We to blackout, follow the story now
feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna
Just the street, but nigga did you
Know when you bout to it, my nigga
And you we gon' get real stupid, my nigga}

Rhymes]
See the coming (what?) Fireman coming (what?)
Street niggaz ready to riot and dummin' (what?)
I love to see it, you and your man frontin' (what?)
Me and Meth'll to you, quick! And smash somethin' (what?)

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

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

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

Busta Rhymes & Method Man)]

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