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

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

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

Right every bill I stack another war, story and
Settle down for money; hungry cats the crack
strive 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 bail Rufus bail Court
When a judge "Father you sure?"
Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they send him
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 scauwered new land (fuck a blue van)
My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I (I lead)
Do in New York, money and murder
Gentleman talk, ball Atlanta Hawk
No respect, this on the of the court
I started off in the thing, triple it's on

[M.A.Z.E.]
Ya niggaz a lie, spittin the same
Its no room, no BI for in the game
See me I, stay it pop
Off the chain like my and it rocks
the same is the strippin the spot
I'm hot, rock glizzery from the to top
Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on hoes
To piss off the in me
Me and six slick through it (through it)
river to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, 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 ain't drop yet
Yet this year we 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 sharin or fillin 'boes; see how we go?

[Chorus] - with adlibs

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

It's no rumor what you hear about us in
Or some young Blood
No vest protect the for your mug
niggaz hear the move, every chance they get
Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the advance get
Hustlin niggaz, I catch y'all
Soon as papi hit you, I'm right behind you holding it
Ya niggaz, got it
Pop and boo's
Might fit, make you out of your jewels
A little richer
sixteenth spit a little more sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. cause that's my
I it for the streets
My bitches and freaks, 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 know this
Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, out strong, motherfucker

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

{*Noreaga continues to adlib in

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