Luyện nghe bài hát What Son What - Capone-N-Noreaga

[Noreaga -
Lets it grimy! (get with that shit)
What y'all get man?
What gets murder unit (murder unit)
or burn (burn unit)
Get a real fuckin unit (real life fuckin unit)
A real unit; a motherfuckin, CNN (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 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 give the fuck
[N] You roll with me?
[C] Hell
[N] What son what!? You roll with me?
[C] yeah
[N] What son what!? You roll with me?
[C] yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' ride me?
[C] yeah
[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 you playin the game, who gonna slash worker
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 as I stealin free lunch
I got the greats this old man give me hearse and,
I made a move from a plan scauwered new (fuck a blue van)
My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path I lead (I lead)
Do in New York, money and murder
Gentleman talk, 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 livin a lie, spittin the same
Its no room, no BI for in the game
See me I, stay it pop
Off the chain my diss and it rocks
Movin the same is the strippin the
I'm hot, glizzery from the bottom to top
Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on hoes
To off the killer in me
Me and six slick through it (through it)
Bronx to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, spazin dead on your cheek
Like to my eye, shit, write it down sincere
Get to say my in the air
pipe down, put they mic down
Niggaz scared that we even drop yet
Yet year 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 to creep
And my niggaz stayin with
the hook go - what son what!?
Like the shit go - son what!?
See me in the hood
With a hood though, with a little
And we doing no good
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the
Niggaz don't need no
I rather, get head, I need no ass
Fuck all of y'all, don't really rep for me
I mean you, and you the set for me
I'm in different vicinities, high with your enemies
So niggaz better playin
I get the M-One and just start sprayin
Keep block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell like my name Alpo

It's no rumor what you hear about us in
Or freight some young
No protect the shot for your mug
Snake niggaz hear the move, every chance get
Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the they get
Hustlin niggaz, I y'all Uptown
Soon as papi hit you, I'm right behind you it down
Ya niggaz, got it
Pop and boo's
Might fit, make you out of your jewels
A little more
Every sixteenth spit a more sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. that's my nigga
I it for the streets
My and freaks, lacking four to twenty G's
Thugging every week, 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? Yeah (stop playing.. motherfucker)
Yeah, we say what son what!?
Huh? Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say son what!?
unit, burn unit; my nigga Swift on the motherfuckin four's
What

continues to adlib in background*}

[Funkmaster Flex - end of Noreaga]
Yeah, baby!
Thugged Out! Shout to Moore
Shout to my man
Things is baby
Minutes of Funk Volume Four (okay)
Shout to Irv (ill sound, murder)