Luyện nghe bài hát What Son What

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

Right every I stack another war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry cats the crack
Some strive to be the man but never make it that's the further
What part you playin the game, who gonna slash
pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free us
Don't look for Rufus bail Criminal Court
When a judge holla Father you
Cats sent 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 move from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a van)
My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, in the path that I lead (I lead)
Do crime in New York, money and
Gentleman talk, ball 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, spittin the
Its no room, no BI for in the game
See me I, stay it pop
Off the chain like my diss and it
the same is the strippin the spot
I'm hot, rock glizzery from the to top
Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on hoes
To piss off the in me
Me and six slick through it (through it)
river to the con do it
I see Don P as me, like spazin dead on your cheek
Like green to my eye, shit, it down sincere
Get to say my in the air
Niggaz down, put they mic down
Niggaz scared that we even drop yet
Yet this 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 'boes; see how we go?
[Chorus] - Noreaga adlibs

Keep the Mac the seat
To fast ready to creep
And my niggaz stayin with
Like the hook go - son what!?
Like the shit go - son what!?
See me in the hood
With a though, with a little puppet
And we doing no good
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the
Niggaz don't need no
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
Before I get the M-One and just start
your block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell like my name Alpo


It's no rumor what you about us in clubs
Or some young Blood
No vest protect the shot for mug
Snake niggaz hear the move, every chance get
Rap niggaz I'ma 'em on the advance they get
Hustlin niggaz, I catch Uptown
Soon as papi hit you, I'm right 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. that's my nigga
I spit it for the
My bitches and freaks, lacking four to G's
every week, stylin out, Violator I'm wildin out
MU and out, them hoes talkin about
We off the yell dogg, the entire this song
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 unit; my nigga Swift on the four's
What
{*Noreaga to adlib in background*}
[Funkmaster Flex - over end of
Yeah, baby!
Thugged Out! to Martin Moore
Shout to my man
is happenin baby
Sixty Minutes of Volume Four (okay)
to Irv Gotti (ill sound, murder)