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

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

Capone-N-Noreaga]
[N] I say I really give a fuck
[C] Why do don't really the fuck?
[N] Cause I don't give a fuck
[C] So we don't really the fuck
[N] You gon' with me?
[C] yeah
[N] son what!? You gon' roll with me?
[C] yeah
[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 peddle the crack
Some strive to be the man but never make it that's the further
What part you playin the game, who gonna worker
Some'll pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to us
Don't look for bail bail Criminal Court
When a judge "Father you sure?"
Cats sent a nigga to jail, they send him bail
I been as real as I stealin lunch
I got the greats from this old man give me and,
I made a move from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a 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 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, where it pop
Off the chain my diss and it rocks
Movin the same is the the spot
I'm hot, rock glizzery the bottom to top
Grizzy, don't let it pop, he spy on these hoes
To off the killer in me
Me and six slick through it (through it)
Bronx to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, like spazin on your cheek
Like green to my eye, shit, it down sincere
Get to say my in the air
Niggaz pipe down, put mic down
scared that we ain't even 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 ain't sharin or fillin see how we go?

[Chorus] - with adlibs

Keep the Mac under the
To niggaz ready to creep
And my niggaz stayin with
Like the go - what son what!?
the shit go - what son what!?
See me in the hood
a hood though, with a little puppet
And we doing no though
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the
Niggaz don't 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 different vicinities, gettin high with your
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 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 dead 'em on the they get
niggaz, I catch y'all Uptown
Soon as hit you, I'm right behind you holding it down
Ya niggaz, got it
Pop and boo's
Might fit, make you out of your jewels
A little more
Every sixteenth spit a more sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. cause my nigga
I it for the streets
My bitches and freaks, lacking four to G's
Thugging every week, out, Violator I'm wildin out
MU and out, them hoes talkin about
We off the yell dogg, the entire 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, we say what son what!?
Burn unit, burn unit; my Swift on the motherfuckin four's
What

{*Noreaga continues to in background*}

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