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

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

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

Right every bill I another war, story and track
Settle down for money; cats peddle the crack
Some to be the man but never make it that's the granted further
What you playin the game, who gonna slash worker
Some'll pray to Jesus, I to Jes to free us
Don't for bail Rufus bail Criminal Court
When a judge "Father you sure?"
Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they him bail
I as real as I stealin free lunch
I got the from 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 path I lead (I lead)
Do crime in New York, and murder
Gentleman talk, ball like Hawk
No respect, this on the of the court
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 y'all in the
See me I, stay it pop
Off the chain my diss 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, didn't he spy on these
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, write it sincere
Get to say my in the air
pipe down, put they mic down
Niggaz scared that we ain't 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 'boes; 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, a little puppet
And we no good though
Pussy sub, sub, through the club
Niggaz don't need no
I rather, get head, I don't no ass
all of y'all, 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 your
So better stop playin
Before I get the M-One and start sprayin
Keep block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I bricks like my name Alpo

It's no what you hear about us in clubs
Or freight young Blood
No vest protect the for your mug
Snake niggaz the move, every chance they get
Rap niggaz I'ma 'em on the advance they get
Hustlin niggaz, I catch y'all
Soon as papi hit you, I'm right behind you it down
Ya niggaz, got it
Pop bottles and
fit, make you come out of your jewels
A little richer
Every sixteenth spit a little 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 week, stylin out, Violator I'm wildin out
MU and out, them hoes talkin about
We off the dogg, the entire know this song
Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, out strong, motherfucker

Huh? Huh? We say son what!?
Huh? What? (stop playing.. motherfucker)
Yeah, yeah; we say son what!?
Huh? Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say son what!?
Burn unit, burn unit; my Swift on the motherfuckin four's
what?

{*Noreaga continues to 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 Four (okay)
to Irv Gotti (ill sound, murder)