Luyện nghe bài hát What Son What

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

Right bill I stack another war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry cats the crack
strive to be the man but never make it that's the granted further
What part you playin the game, who gonna slash
Some'll pray to Jesus, I to Jes to free us
Don't look for bail bail Criminal Court
a judge holla Father you sure?
Cats sent a nigga to jail, they send him bail
I been as real as I stealin free
I got the from this old man give me hearse and,
I made a move from a plan scauwered new (fuck a blue van)
My shoes bang, niggaz, walk in the path that I lead (I lead)
Do in New York, money and murder
Gentleman talk, ball like Atlanta
No respect, on the stacks of the court
I started off in the street thing, it's on

[M.A.Z.E.]
Ya livin a lie, spittin 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
the same is the strippin the spot
I'm hot, rock glizzery from the to top
Grizzy, don't let it pop, 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 pipe down, put mic down
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 fillin see how we go?
[Chorus] - Noreaga adlibs

Keep the Mac the seat
To fast ready to creep
And my niggaz 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 doing no though
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the
don't need no math
I rather, get head, I don't no ass
Fuck all of y'all, y'all don't rep for me
I mean you, and you the set for me
I'm in vicinities, gettin high with your enemies
So niggaz stop playin
Before I get the M-One and just sprayin
your block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell like my name Alpo


It's no rumor what you hear us in clubs
Or some young Blood
No vest the shot for your 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 behind you it down
Ya niggaz, got it
Pop and boo's
fit, make you come out of your jewels
A little more
sixteenth spit a little more sicker
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, stylin out, I'm wildin out
MU and thugged out, them hoes about
We off the dogg, the entire know this song
me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, thugged out strong, motherfucker


Huh? Huh? We say son what!?
Huh? Yeah (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 nigga Swift on the motherfuckin
What
{*Noreaga continues to in background*}
[Funkmaster - over end of Noreaga]
Yeah, baby!
Thugged Out! Shout to Martin
to my man Gina
Things is happenin
Sixty Minutes of Volume Four (okay)
to Irv Gotti (ill sound, murder)