Luyện nghe bài hát What's Happening

(featuring Rhymes)
[Intro: Busta (Method Man)]
Aiyo, (What up, fam?)
You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, it's 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 your L, smoke your L
And (kiss the sky)
Huh! And if you ever disrespect the 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 slang
These niggaz see how I come ash again
Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, for president
Be in hell with Dazel and George for the hell of it
And I yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't with that, you must be celibate
Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin'
hash 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 by Little X
And gon' work til their ain't any left
I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a less
fast (come on) bank cash (come on)
Everybody do it with your stank ass (just on)

Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Make you rob (what?) grab somebody (what?)
somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?)
Make you step 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, (come on!) Manhattan (come on!)
To each and hood what's happening? (come on!)

[Interlude: 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 people pull up
And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's to move
I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your
Figure sketching, never believe in your niggaz (come on!)
Go head and babble you can me patiently waiting
Aimin', attackin', I'mma let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't watch you your niggaz'll try
To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a giant
(Very defiant), once I give you the
And then I apply it and then your is stop and totally quiet (sss..
oh)
Captain of this ship, so call me the
I leave you and your crew to collide me
Die, stomp on a nigga, just a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and your shit
Shot you, worst a brick and then be torturin' you
And get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
This make you..

[Chorus: Busta

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

[Busta (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 here to blackout, follow the now
Just feel my heat, and you know I'm
Just keep the street, but did you
Know when you bout to lose it, my
And you know we get real stupid, my nigga}

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

Man]
Now who is he? Dope M.C. these cowards
niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now about it
Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't it

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

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

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & 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 when you wanna do that again, God)
we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!