Luyện nghe bài hát What Son What

[Noreaga -
Lets it grimy! (get with that shit)
What y'all niggaz get
What gets murder unit (murder unit)
or unit (burn unit)
Get a real fuckin life unit (real fuckin unit)
A real unit; a motherfuckin, CNN (CNN!)
My Swift on the motherfuckin fours (fours)
We thugged out (what!)
Yo, yo.. we out y'all!
[Chorus:
[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 really give the fuck
[N] You roll with me?
[C] yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' roll me?
[C] Hell
[N] son what!? You gon' roll with me?
[C] Hell
[N] What son what!? You ride with me?
[C] Hell
[N] son what!? You gon' die with me?
[C] yeah
[N] son what!?

Right every bill I another war, story and track
Settle down for money; cats peddle the crack
Some strive to be the man but make it that's the granted further
part you playin the game, who gonna slash worker
Some'll pray to Jesus, I to Jes to free us
Don't look for Rufus bail Criminal Court
When a judge Father you sure?
Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they him bail
I as real as I stealin free lunch
I got the greats from this old man me hearse and,
I made a move a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van)
My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I (I lead)
Do crime in New York, and murder
Gentleman talk, ball like Atlanta
No respect, on the stacks of the court
I started off in the street thing, triple 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, where it pop
Off the like my diss and it rocks
Movin the 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 piss off the in me
Me and six will slick 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, write it down
Get to say my in the air
Niggaz pipe down, put they mic
Niggaz that we ain't 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 niggaz to creep
And my stayin with heat
Like the go - what son what!?
the shit go - what son what!?
See me in the hood
With a hood though, with a puppet
And we doing no good
sub, pussy 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 really 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 like my Alpo


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


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