Luyện nghe bài hát What Son What

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

Right every I stack another war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry cats peddle the
Some strive to be the man but never make it that's the further
What part you the game, who gonna slash worker
Some'll to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free us
Don't look for bail Rufus bail Criminal
a judge holla Father you sure?
Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they send him
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 plan scauwered new land (fuck a van)
My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, in the path that I lead (I lead)
Do in New York, money and murder
Gentleman talk, ball like Hawk
No respect, this on the stacks of the
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 y'all in the
See me I, where it pop
Off the chain like my and it rocks
the same is the strippin the spot
I'm hot, rock glizzery 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)
river 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 down, put they mic down
scared that 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 sharin or fillin see how we go?
[Chorus] - Noreaga adlibs

Keep the Mac the seat
To fast ready to creep
And my stayin with heat
the hook go - what son what!?
Like the go - what son what!?
See me in the hood
a hood though, with a little puppet
And we no good though
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the
don't need no math
I rather, get head, I don't no ass
all of y'all, y'all don't really rep for me
I you, and you ain't the set for me
I'm in different vicinities, gettin with your enemies
So niggaz stop playin
Before I get the M-One and just sprayin
Keep block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I bricks like my name Alpo


It's no rumor what you hear about us in
Or freight some young
No vest protect the for your mug
niggaz hear the move, every chance they get
Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the they get
Hustlin niggaz, I catch y'all
Soon as papi hit you, I'm behind you holding it down
Ya niggaz, got it
Pop bottles and
Might fit, make you come out of your
A little more
Every sixteenth a little more sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. that's my nigga
I it for the streets
My bitches and freaks, lacking to twenty G's
Thugging every week, stylin out, I'm wildin out
MU and thugged out, 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, we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah; we say son what!?
Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say son what!?
Burn unit, burn unit; my Swift on the motherfuckin four's
what?
{*Noreaga continues to adlib in
[Funkmaster Flex - end of Noreaga]
Yeah, baby!
Thugged Out! Shout to Moore
to my man Gina
Things is happenin
Sixty of Funk Volume Four (okay)
to Irv Gotti (ill sound, murder)