Luyện nghe bài hát What Son What

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

Right every I stack another war, story and track
down for money; hungry cats peddle the crack
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 pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to us
Don't look for bail Rufus bail Court
When a judge Father you sure?
Cats never a nigga to jail, they send him bail
I been as real as I stealin lunch
I got the greats 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 path I lead (I lead)
Do in New York, money and murder
talk, ball like 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 y'all in the
See me I, stay it pop
Off the chain my diss and it rocks
Movin the same is the the spot
I'm hot, rock from the bottom 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 dead on your cheek
Like green to my eye, shit, write it sincere
Get to say my in the air
pipe 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?
- with Noreaga adlibs

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


It's no rumor you hear about us in clubs
Or freight some young
No vest the shot for your mug
Snake niggaz hear the move, every chance get
Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the they get
niggaz, I catch y'all 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 richer
Every sixteenth spit a little sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. cause my nigga
I spit it for the
My bitches and freaks, 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 know song
Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, out strong, motherfucker


Huh? We say what son what!?
Huh? What? (stop playing.. motherfucker)
Yeah, yeah; we say son what!?
Huh? Huh? 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
continues to adlib in background*}
[Funkmaster Flex - over end of
Yeah, baby!
Thugged Out! Shout to Martin
Shout to my man
is happenin baby
Sixty of Funk Volume Four (okay)
to Irv Gotti (ill sound, murder)