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

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

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

Right every I stack another war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry cats peddle the
Some to be the man but never make it that's the granted further
What part you playin the game, who slash worker
Some'll pray to Jesus, I to Jes to free us
Don't look for Rufus bail Criminal Court
When a judge "Father you sure?"
never sent a nigga 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 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
talk, ball like Atlanta Hawk
No respect, on the stacks of the court
I started off in the street thing, it's on

[M.A.Z.E.]
Ya niggaz livin a lie, spittin the
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 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 through it (through it)
river to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, spazin 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 that we ain't 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 sharin or 'boes; see how we go?

[Chorus] - Noreaga adlibs

Keep the Mac under the
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 hood
With a hood though, with a little
And we no good though
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the
don't need no math
I rather, get head, I need no ass
all of y'all, y'all don't really rep for me
I you, and you ain't the set for me
I'm in vicinities, gettin high with your enemies
So better stop playin
Before I get the and just start sprayin
your block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell bricks my name Alpo

It's no rumor you hear about us in clubs
Or freight young Blood
No protect the shot for your mug
Snake niggaz the move, every chance they get
Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the advance get
Hustlin niggaz, I catch Uptown
Soon as papi hit you, I'm behind you holding it down
Ya niggaz, got it
Pop bottles and
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 and freaks, lacking four to twenty G's
every week, stylin out, Violator I'm wildin out
MU and thugged out, hoes talkin about
We off the yell dogg, the entire this song
Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, out strong, motherfucker

Huh? We say what son what!?
What? 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!?
unit, burn unit; my nigga Swift on the motherfuckin four's
What

continues to adlib in background*}

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