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

[Noreaga -
Lets keep it grimy! (get that shit)
What y'all get man?
y'all gets murder unit (murder unit)
or unit (burn unit)
Get a real fuckin life (real life fuckin unit)
A real a motherfuckin, CNN shit (CNN!)
My nigga on the motherfuckin fours (fours)
We thugged out (what!)
Yo, yo.. we out y'all!

Capone-N-Noreaga]
[N] I say I don't give a fuck
[C] Why do don't really give the
[N] Cause I don't really a fuck
[C] So we don't really give the
[N] You gon' roll me?
[C] yeah
[N] son what!? You gon' roll with me?
[C] yeah
[N] What son what!? You roll with me?
[C] Hell
[N] What son what!? You gon' with me?
[C] Hell
[N] son what!? You gon' die with me?
[C] Hell
[N] son what!?

Right every bill I stack another war, and track
Settle down for money; hungry peddle the crack
Some strive to be the man but never make it that's the granted
What part you playin the game, who slash worker
pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free us
Don't for bail Rufus bail Criminal Court
When a judge "Father you sure?"
Cats never sent a to jail, they send him bail
I as real 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 land (fuck a van)
My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, in the path that I lead (I lead)
Do crime in New York, money and
Gentleman talk, ball Atlanta Hawk
No respect, this on the of the court
I off in the street 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, where it pop
Off the chain like my diss and it
the same is the strippin the spot
I'm hot, rock from the bottom to top
Grizzy, let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes
To off the killer in me
Me and six will slick it (through it)
river to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, like spazin dead on cheek
green to my eye, shit, write it down sincere
Get to say my in the air
Niggaz pipe down, put mic down
Niggaz scared that we even drop 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 Noreaga

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

It's no what you hear about us in clubs
Or freight some Blood
No vest protect the for your mug
Snake niggaz hear the move, every they get
Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the advance get
Hustlin niggaz, I y'all Uptown
Soon as papi hit you, I'm right you holding it down
Ya niggaz, got it
Pop and boo's
Might fit, make you come out of your
A little richer
Every sixteenth spit a little sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. cause that's my
I it for the streets
My bitches and freaks, lacking four to G's
Thugging week, stylin out, Violator I'm wildin out
MU and thugged out, them talkin about
We off the dogg, the entire know this 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, yeah; we say son what!?
Huh? Huh? Huh? yeah, we say what son what!?
Burn unit, burn unit; my nigga Swift on the motherfuckin
what?

{*Noreaga to adlib in background*}

[Funkmaster Flex - over end of
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)