Luyện nghe bài hát What's Happening

(featuring Rhymes)
[Intro: Rhymes (Method Man)]
Aiyo, (What up, fam?)
You know Busta-Bust had to see you, God, it's good to see you, God
(Good too see you too, God)
Let's take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we high)
Yeah, you better light your L, smoke 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!

[Method
I to bring the pain, more hard to the brain
Tical... I'm bustin' ass again
I burn like acid rain, that acid
These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash
Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, for president
Be in hell with and George just for the hell of it
And I ain't yellow kid, hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you be celibate
Spaz! Just a little, got a 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 next video shot by X
And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any
I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a less
fast (come on) bank cash (come on)
Everybody do it with stank ass (just come on)

[Chorus: Man (Busta Rhymes)]
you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?)
Stomp somebody (what?) slap (what?)
Make you step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the (what?)
Brooklyn (come on!) (come on!)
Queensbridge to Long 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!

Rhymes]
Now watch me your shit up, I hope your people pull 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, never believe in 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 when 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 your is stop and totally quiet (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
That'll travel over your face and frazzle shit
Shot you, than a brick and then be torturin' you
And get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
shit'll make you..

[Chorus: Busta

[Interlude: 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 your big fat ass in of me now)
To all my high bidders (to all my niggaz)
{We to blackout, follow the story now
Just my heat, and you know I'm gonna
keep the street, but nigga did you
Know you bout to lose it, my nigga
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my

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

[Method
Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin these
Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some
Click-clack, one in your back, now about it
Get back, your gap, I can't allow it

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

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

[Chorus: Busta & Method Man)]

Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Every day, every rotation, come it! (Let me talk... come on, hah)
(Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, that some shit?)
That's some shit, absotruthly, Bust! (Meth Tical!)
Yeah... (yeah, let me know when you wanna do again, God)
Shit we can do that right now, out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!