Luyện nghe bài hát What Son What

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

Right every bill I another war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry cats the crack
Some strive to be the man but never it that's the granted further
What part you playin the game, who slash worker
pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free us
Don't for bail Rufus bail Criminal Court
When a holla Father you sure?
Cats never a nigga to jail, they send him bail
I been as real as I free lunch
I got the greats from old man give me hearse 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, and murder
Gentleman talk, ball like Hawk
No respect, this on the of the court
I started off in the street thing, it's on

[M.A.Z.E.]
Ya livin a lie, spittin 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, rock from the bottom to top
Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on these
To piss off the in me
Me and six will slick it (through it)
Bronx to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, like dead 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 even yet
Yet this year we 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?
- with Noreaga adlibs

Keep the Mac the seat
To fast niggaz ready to
And my niggaz stayin heat
Like the hook go - son what!?
Like the go - what son what!?
See me in the hood
With a though, with a little puppet
And we no good though
Pussy sub, pussy sub, the club
Niggaz need no math
I rather, get head, I don't no ass
Fuck all of y'all, y'all really rep for me
I you, and you ain't the set for me
I'm in different vicinities, high 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 like my name


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


Huh? We say what son what!?
Huh? What? (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 in background*}
Flex - over end of Noreaga]
Yeah, baby!
Thugged Out! Shout to Moore
Shout to my man
Things is happenin
Sixty Minutes of Funk Four (okay)
Shout to Irv (ill sound, murder)