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

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

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

Right bill I stack another war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry cats peddle the
Some strive to be the man but make it that's the granted further
What part you playin the game, who gonna worker
Some'll 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 as real as I stealin free lunch
I got the greats from old man give me hearse and,
I made a move from a plan new land (fuck a blue van)
My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I (I lead)
Do crime in New York, and murder
talk, ball like 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 livin a lie, the same
Its no room, no BI for in the game
See me I, where it pop
Off the like my diss and it rocks
Movin the same is the the spot
I'm hot, rock glizzery 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)
Bronx to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, like spazin dead on cheek
Like green to my eye, shit, it down sincere
Get to say my in the air
Niggaz pipe down, put mic down
Niggaz scared that we ain't drop 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 'boes; see how we go?

[Chorus] - with Noreaga

Keep the Mac the seat
To fast niggaz to creep
And my niggaz with heat
Like the go - what son what!?
Like the shit go - son what!?
See me in the hood
a hood though, with a little puppet
And we no good though
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the
Niggaz need no math
I rather, get head, I need no ass
Fuck all of y'all, y'all don't rep for me
I you, and you ain't the set for me
I'm in different vicinities, gettin high with enemies
So niggaz better playin
Before I get the M-One and just sprayin
your block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell bricks like my name

It's no rumor what you hear about us in
Or freight some Blood
No protect the shot for your mug
Snake niggaz hear the move, chance 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
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 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 yell dogg, the entire this 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, yeah; we say son what!?
Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say what son what!?
Burn unit, unit; my nigga Swift on the motherfuckin four's
What

continues to adlib in background*}

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