Luyện nghe bài hát What Son What

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

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

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

Keep the Mac the seat
To fast ready to creep
And my niggaz stayin heat
the hook go - what son what!?
Like the shit go - son what!?
See me in the though
a hood though, with a little puppet
And we no good though
Pussy sub, sub, through the club
Niggaz don't no math
I rather, get head, I don't 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 high with your
So niggaz better playin
Before I get the M-One and start sprayin
Keep block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell bricks my name Alpo


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


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