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

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

Right every bill I stack war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry peddle the crack
Some strive to be the man but make it that's the granted further
What part you the game, who gonna slash worker
pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free us
Don't look for bail Rufus bail Court
When a judge "Father you sure?"
Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they send him
I been as as I stealin free lunch
I got the greats from this old man give me and,
I made a move from a plan scauwered new (fuck a blue 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 Atlanta
No respect, this on the of the court
I started off in the street thing, 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 like my and it rocks
Movin the same is the the spot
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)
river to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, like spazin dead on cheek
Like to my eye, shit, write it down sincere
Get to say my in the air
pipe down, put they mic down
Niggaz scared that we even drop yet
Yet this year we show ya all who the (hottest)
The projects, I rep to my (rep it nigga!)
X'd out hoes, we (X'd out hoes!)
We sharin or fillin 'boes; see how we go?

[Chorus] - with Noreaga

Keep the Mac the seat
To fast niggaz to creep
And my stayin with heat
Like the go - what son what!?
Like the go - what son what!?
See me in the hood
With a hood though, with a little
And we doing no though
Pussy sub, sub, through the club
Niggaz don't no math
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 vicinities, gettin high with your enemies
So niggaz stop playin
I get the M-One and just start sprayin
Keep block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell bricks like my name

It's no rumor what you hear us in clubs
Or freight some Blood
No vest the shot for your mug
Snake niggaz the move, every 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 behind you it down
Ya niggaz, got it
Pop bottles and
Might fit, 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 to twenty G's
Thugging every week, stylin out, Violator I'm 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, thugged out strong,

Huh? We say what son what!?
Huh? What? (stop playing.. motherfucker)
Yeah, we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Yeah, we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say what son what!?
Burn unit, burn unit; my nigga 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
Things is baby
Sixty Minutes of Volume Four (okay)
Shout to Irv (ill sound, murder)