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

[Noreaga -
keep it grimy! (get with that shit)
What y'all get man?
What gets murder unit (murder unit)
or unit (burn unit)
Get a real fuckin life (real life fuckin unit)
A real a motherfuckin, CNN shit (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 really give a fuck
[C] Why do really give the fuck?
[N] Cause I don't give a fuck
[C] So we don't give the fuck
[N] You gon' roll me?
[C] Hell
[N] son what!? You gon' roll with me?
[C] yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' with me?
[C] yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' ride me?
[C] yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' die me?
[C] yeah
[N] son what!?

Right every bill I stack another war, story and
Settle down for money; hungry cats the crack
Some to be the man but never 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 for bail Rufus bail Criminal Court
a judge holla "Father you sure?"
Cats never sent a to jail, they send him bail
I been as real as I stealin lunch
I got the from this old man give me hearse and,
I made a from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van)
My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path I lead (I lead)
Do in New York, money and murder
Gentleman talk, ball Atlanta Hawk
No respect, on the stacks of the court
I started off in the street thing, it's on

[M.A.Z.E.]
Ya niggaz livin a lie, spittin the
Its no room, no BI for y'all in the
See me I, stay it pop
Off the chain my diss and it rocks
the same is the strippin the spot
I'm hot, rock from the bottom to top
Grizzy, don't let it pop, he spy on these 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
green 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 ain't 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 ain't sharin or 'boes; see how we go?

[Chorus] - with adlibs

Keep the Mac the seat
To fast niggaz ready to
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 puppet
And we doing no though
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the
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 you, and you ain't the set for me
I'm in different vicinities, gettin with your enemies
So niggaz better stop
Before I get the M-One and just start
Keep 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 some young Blood
No vest protect the shot for mug
niggaz hear the move, every chance they get
Rap niggaz I'ma 'em on the advance they get
Hustlin niggaz, I catch y'all
as papi 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 more richer
Every sixteenth a little more sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. that's my nigga
I it for the streets
My bitches and freaks, four to twenty G's
Thugging every week, stylin out, I'm wildin out
MU and thugged out, them hoes talkin
We off the dogg, the entire know this song
Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, out strong, motherfucker

Huh? We say what son what!?
What? Yeah (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 nigga Swift on the motherfuckin
what?

{*Noreaga continues to in background*}

[Funkmaster - over 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)