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

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

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

Right bill I stack another war, story and track
Settle for money; hungry cats peddle the crack
Some strive to be the man but make it that's the granted further
What part you playin the game, who slash worker
Some'll pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to us
Don't look for bail Rufus bail Court
When a judge "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 from this old man me hearse and,
I made a move from a plan scauwered new (fuck a blue van)
My bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I lead (I lead)
Do in New York, money and murder
Gentleman talk, ball like Atlanta
No respect, this on the stacks of the
I started off in the street thing, triple 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 like my diss and it rocks
Movin the same is the strippin the
I'm hot, rock from the bottom to top
Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on these
To off the killer in me
Me and six will through it (through it)
Bronx to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, like spazin dead on cheek
Like green to my eye, shit, write it sincere
Get to say my in the air
pipe down, put they mic down
Niggaz scared that we ain't even yet
Yet this 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 the seat
To niggaz ready to creep
And my niggaz stayin with
the hook go - what son what!?
Like the go - what son what!?
See me in the though
With a hood though, with a little
And we doing no good
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the
Niggaz don't no math
I rather, get head, I don't 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 high with enemies
So niggaz better playin
Before I get the and just start sprayin
Keep block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell like my name Alpo

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

{*Noreaga continues to in background*}

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