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

[Noreaga -
Lets it grimy! (get with that shit)
What niggaz get man?
What gets murder unit (murder unit)
or unit (burn unit)
Get a real life unit (real life fuckin unit)
A real 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 don't give the fuck?
[N] Cause I don't give a fuck
[C] So we don't really give the
[N] You gon' roll me?
[C] Hell
[N] What son what!? You gon' with me?
[C] yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' with me?
[C] Hell
[N] What son what!? You ride with me?
[C] Hell
[N] What son what!? You gon' die me?
[C] yeah
[N] son what!?

Right every bill I stack another war, story and
Settle for money; hungry cats peddle the crack
Some to be the man but never make it that's the granted further
What part you playin the game, who slash worker
pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free us
Don't look for Rufus bail Criminal Court
When a judge "Father you sure?"
Cats never a nigga to jail, they send him bail
I been as real as I stealin free
I got the from 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, in the path that I lead (I lead)
Do crime in New York, and murder
Gentleman talk, ball like Atlanta
No respect, on the stacks of the court
I started off in the street thing, 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 like my diss and it rocks
Movin the is the strippin the spot
I'm hot, glizzery 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 as me, like spazin dead on your cheek
Like green to my eye, shit, it down sincere
Get to say my in the air
Niggaz pipe down, put they mic
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 or fillin 'boes; see how we go?

- with Noreaga adlibs

Keep the Mac the seat
To niggaz ready to creep
And my niggaz stayin with
Like the hook go - son what!?
Like the shit go - son what!?
See me in the though
With a hood though, with a little
And we doing no good
Pussy sub, sub, through the club
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, gettin with your enemies
So niggaz 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 protect the shot for your mug
niggaz hear the move, every chance they get
Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the advance get
niggaz, I catch 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 spit a little more sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. cause that's my
I it for the streets
My and freaks, lacking four to twenty G's
Thugging every week, stylin out, Violator I'm out
MU and thugged out, hoes talkin about
We off the yell dogg, the entire this song
me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, thugged out strong, motherfucker

Huh? Huh? We say son what!?
Huh? What? (stop playing.. motherfucker)
Yeah, we say what son what!?
Huh? Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say what 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
is happenin baby
Sixty Minutes of Funk Volume (okay)
to Irv Gotti (ill sound, murder)