Luyện nghe bài hát What Son What

[Noreaga -
Lets keep it grimy! (get that shit)
y'all niggaz get man?
What gets murder unit (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 motherfuckin (fours)
We thugged out (what!)
Yo, yo.. we out y'all!
[Chorus:
[N] I say I don't really give a
[C] Why do really give the fuck?
[N] Cause I don't really a fuck
[C] So we don't really give the
[N] You gon' with me?
[C] Hell
[N] What son what!? You gon' roll me?
[C] yeah
[N] What son what!? You roll with me?
[C] yeah
[N] son what!? You gon' ride with me?
[C] Hell
[N] What son what!? You die with me?
[C] Hell
[N] son what!?

Right every bill I another war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry 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 pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to us
look for bail Rufus bail Criminal Court
When a judge holla Father you
Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they him bail
I been as real as I stealin lunch
I got the greats this old man give me hearse and,
I made a move from a scauwered new land (fuck a blue van)
My shoes bang, niggaz, walk in the path that I lead (I lead)
Do crime in New York, and murder
Gentleman talk, ball like Hawk
No respect, on the stacks of the court
I started off in the street thing, triple on

[M.A.Z.E.]
Ya niggaz a lie, spittin the same
Its no room, no BI for in the game
See me I, where it pop
Off the chain like my and it rocks
Movin the same is the strippin the
I'm hot, rock glizzery from the to top
Grizzy, let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes
To off the killer in me
Me and six will slick it (through it)
Bronx 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 we ain't even drop yet
Yet this year we show ya all who the (hottest)
The projects, I rep to my (rep it nigga!)
X'd out hoes, we (X'd out hoes!)
We ain't or fillin 'boes; see how we go?
[Chorus] - Noreaga adlibs

Keep the Mac under the
To fast ready to creep
And my niggaz with heat
the hook go - what son what!?
Like the shit go - son what!?
See me in the though
With a though, with a little puppet
And we no good though
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the
Niggaz need no math
I rather, get head, I need no ass
Fuck all of y'all, y'all really rep for me
I mean you, and you the set for me
I'm in vicinities, gettin high with your enemies
So niggaz better playin
Before I get the M-One and just start
your block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell bricks like my name


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


Huh? Huh? We say son what!?
What? Yeah (stop playing.. motherfucker)
Yeah, we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah; we say son what!?
Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say what son what!?
Burn unit, unit; 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
Minutes of Funk Volume Four (okay)
Shout to Irv (ill sound, murder)