Luyện nghe bài hát What Son What

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

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

[M.A.Z.E.]
Ya niggaz livin a lie, the same
Its no room, no BI for in the game
See me I, where it pop
Off the chain like my diss and it
the same is the strippin the spot
I'm hot, rock from the bottom to top
Grizzy, let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes
To off the killer in me
Me and six will through it (through it)
Bronx to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, like spazin on your cheek
Like green to my eye, shit, write it sincere
Get to say my in the air
Niggaz pipe down, put they mic
Niggaz scared we ain't even 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 sharin or fillin 'boes; see how we go?
[Chorus] - with Noreaga

Keep the Mac the seat
To niggaz ready to creep
And my stayin with heat
Like the hook go - son what!?
Like the go - what son what!?
See me in the though
a hood though, with a little puppet
And we no good though
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the
Niggaz don't need no
I rather, get head, I need 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 vicinities, gettin 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 my name Alpo


It's no rumor what you hear us in clubs
Or some young Blood
No vest protect the for your mug
Snake niggaz hear the move, chance they get
Rap niggaz dead 'em on the advance they get
Hustlin niggaz, I y'all Uptown
as papi hit you, I'm right behind you holding it down
Ya niggaz, got it
Pop and boo's
Might fit, make you come out of your
A more richer
Every sixteenth a little more sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. that's my nigga
I spit it for the
My bitches and freaks, four to twenty G's
Thugging every week, stylin out, 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, out strong, motherfucker


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