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

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

Right every bill I stack another war, and track
Settle down for hungry cats peddle the crack
Some strive to be the man but make it that's the granted further
part you playin the game, who gonna slash worker
Some'll pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to us
Don't for bail Rufus bail Criminal Court
a judge holla "Father you sure?"
Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they him bail
I been as real as I 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, walk in the that I lead (I lead)
Do crime in New York, and murder
Gentleman talk, ball Atlanta Hawk
No respect, this on the stacks of the
I off in the street thing, triple it's on

[M.A.Z.E.]
Ya niggaz 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 and it rocks
Movin the same is the strippin the
I'm hot, rock glizzery 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 slick it (through it)
river to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, like dead on your cheek
Like to my eye, shit, write it down sincere
Get to say my in the air
Niggaz pipe down, put mic down
scared that we ain't 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 fillin see how we go?

- with Noreaga adlibs

Keep the Mac under the
To niggaz ready to creep
And my niggaz stayin heat
Like the 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 though
Pussy sub, pussy sub, the club
don't 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 mean you, and you the set for me
I'm in different vicinities, 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 bricks like my name Alpo

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

{*Noreaga to adlib in background*}

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