Luyện nghe bài hát What Son What

[Noreaga -
keep it grimy! (get with that shit)
What y'all get man?
What y'all gets murder (murder unit)
or burn (burn unit)
Get a real fuckin life unit (real fuckin unit)
A real a motherfuckin, CNN shit (CNN!)
My Swift on the motherfuckin fours (fours)
We out y'all (what!)
Yo, yo.. we out y'all!
Capone-N-Noreaga]
[N] I say I don't really a fuck
[C] Why do don't really give the
[N] Cause I don't really give a
[C] So we really give the fuck
[N] You gon' roll me?
[C] yeah
[N] What son what!? You roll with me?
[C] yeah
[N] What son what!? You roll with me?
[C] Hell
[N] son what!? You gon' ride with me?
[C] yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' die me?
[C] yeah
[N] son what!?

Right every bill I another war, story and track
down for money; hungry cats peddle the crack
Some strive to be the man but never make it the granted further
What part you the game, who gonna slash worker
pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free us
Don't for bail Rufus bail Criminal Court
When a judge Father you sure?
Cats never sent a to jail, they send him bail
I as real as I stealin free lunch
I got the greats from this old man give me and,
I made a from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van)
My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the that I lead (I lead)
Do crime in New York, money and
Gentleman talk, like Atlanta Hawk
No respect, this on the of the court
I started off in the street thing, it's on

[M.A.Z.E.]
Ya niggaz livin a lie, spittin the
Its no room, no BI for y'all in the
See me I, where it pop
Off the chain like my and it rocks
the same is the strippin the spot
I'm hot, rock glizzery the bottom to top
Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on these
To off the killer in me
Me and six will slick it (through it)
river to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, like spazin dead on cheek
green to my eye, shit, write it down sincere
Get to say my in the air
Niggaz pipe down, put they mic
Niggaz scared that we even drop yet
Yet this year we show ya all who the (hottest)
The projects, I rep to my (rep it nigga!)
X'd out hoes, we (X'd out hoes!)
We sharin or fillin 'boes; see how we go?
- with Noreaga adlibs

Keep the Mac the seat
To niggaz ready to creep
And my niggaz stayin heat
the hook go - what son what!?
Like the shit go - son what!?
See me in the hood
With a though, with a little puppet
And we doing no though
sub, pussy sub, through the club
Niggaz don't need no
I rather, get head, I need no ass
Fuck all of y'all, y'all don't rep for me
I you, and you ain't the set for me
I'm in different vicinities, gettin with your enemies
So niggaz better stop
I get the M-One and just start sprayin
Keep your on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell bricks my name Alpo


It's no rumor you hear about us in clubs
Or freight some young
No vest protect the for your mug
Snake hear the move, every chance they get
Rap niggaz I'ma 'em on the advance they get
Hustlin niggaz, I y'all Uptown
Soon as papi hit you, I'm right behind you it down
Ya niggaz, got it
Pop bottles and
Might fit, make you out of your jewels
A more richer
Every sixteenth spit a little more
Rap for M.A.Z.E. cause my nigga
I spit it for the
My and freaks, lacking four to twenty G's
Thugging every week, stylin out, I'm wildin out
MU and thugged out, them hoes talkin
We off the dogg, the entire know this song
Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, thugged out strong,


Huh? Huh? We say son what!?
Huh? Yeah (stop playing.. motherfucker)
Yeah, we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah; we say son what!?
Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say son what!?
Burn unit, burn unit; my Swift on the motherfuckin four's
What
continues to adlib in background*}
[Funkmaster Flex - end of Noreaga]
Yeah, baby!
Thugged Out! Shout to Moore
to my man Gina
Things is happenin
Sixty of Funk Volume Four (okay)
Shout to Irv (ill sound, murder)