Luyện nghe bài hát What Son What

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

Right bill I stack another war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry cats peddle the
strive to be the man but never make it that's the granted further
What part you playin the game, who gonna slash
pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free us
Don't look for bail bail Criminal Court
When a judge holla Father you
Cats never sent a nigga to jail, send him bail
I been as as I stealin free lunch
I got the from this old man give me hearse and,
I a move from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van)
My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the that I lead (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 street thing, triple on

[M.A.Z.E.]
Ya niggaz livin a lie, spittin the
Its no room, no BI for in the game
See me I, stay it pop
Off the chain like my and it rocks
Movin the same is the the spot
I'm hot, glizzery from the bottom to top
Grizzy, don't let it pop, 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 spazin dead on your
Like green to my eye, shit, write it down
Get to say my in the air
Niggaz pipe down, put mic down
Niggaz scared 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] - with adlibs

Keep the Mac the seat
To fast niggaz ready to
And my niggaz with heat
the hook go - what son what!?
Like the shit go - son what!?
See me in the though
With a hood though, with a little
And we doing no good
Pussy sub, pussy sub, the club
Niggaz 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 you, and you ain't the set for me
I'm in different vicinities, gettin high your enemies
So niggaz better stop
Before I get the M-One and just start
Keep block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell bricks like my Alpo


It's no rumor what you hear us in clubs
Or freight young Blood
No vest protect the shot for mug
Snake hear the move, every chance they get
Rap niggaz I'ma '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, make you come out of jewels
A little more
Every spit 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, them hoes about
We off the dogg, the entire know this song
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? Huh? yeah, we say what son what!?
Burn unit, burn unit; my nigga Swift on the motherfuckin
What
{*Noreaga continues to adlib in
[Funkmaster Flex - end of Noreaga]
Yeah, baby!
Out! Shout to Martin Moore
Shout to my man
is happenin baby
Sixty of Funk Volume Four (okay)
Shout to Irv (ill sound, murder)