Luyện nghe bài hát What Son What

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

Right every bill I stack war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry cats peddle the
Some strive to be the man but never make it 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 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 as I stealin free lunch
I got the greats from this old man me hearse and,
I a move from 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, money and
Gentleman talk, ball Atlanta Hawk
No respect, on the stacks of the court
I started off in the thing, triple it's 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 my diss and it rocks
Movin the same is the strippin the
I'm hot, rock glizzery 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)
Bronx to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, like 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 scared that we ain't even yet
Yet this year we 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 or fillin 'boes; see how we go?
[Chorus] - with adlibs

Keep the Mac under the
To fast niggaz to creep
And my niggaz with heat
Like the hook go - son what!?
the shit go - what son what!?
See me in the hood
With a hood though, with a little
And we no good though
sub, pussy sub, through the club
Niggaz don't no math
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 different vicinities, gettin high with your
So niggaz better playin
Before I get the M-One and just sprayin
Keep block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell bricks like my name


It's no rumor what you hear us in clubs
Or freight young Blood
No protect the shot for your mug
Snake hear the move, every chance they get
Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the they get
niggaz, I catch y'all Uptown
Soon as hit you, I'm right behind you holding it down
Ya niggaz, got it
Pop bottles and
Might fit, you come out of your jewels
A more richer
Every spit a little more sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. cause my nigga
I spit it for the
My and freaks, lacking four to twenty 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, 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? Huh? 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! Shout to Martin
to my man Gina
Things is baby
Minutes of Funk Volume Four (okay)
Shout to Irv (ill sound, murder)