Luyện nghe bài hát What Y'all Niggas Want?

(-Intro-) AZ Brown]

[Ugh]
[That's right] Quiet Money for
[Brooklyn shit] Sopranos
Yall know what is

Niggas wanna, like me
Get down me
Wanna eat, fuckin' drink, lounge like me
Who dick bigga? Who stay bent? Who liquor?
Who whip Yall some bitch niggas!
See I'm loaded, Still getting that dough
Who jeeps wit drops? Still gettin' at hoes
Mama told me stop slackin', shapin' the mold
these rap niggas get on they toes [Ugh]
Now I'm more vane, See, I'm more
More and more, everyday the streets calling my
I'ma spaz like, who want I'm that nice
With cash like, sheeit, I aint gotta twice
So ball me, Be grateful the lord sent me
Absorb in me, Let off the semi 'til its all
or skinny, Small, hardcore, or friendly
Feast yo' eyes on what the envy

(-Hook-) Brown [AZ]

What yall niggas want
Ugh, Fuck yall niggas
[You Uh-huh, ugh, whoa
[What yall niggas nigga?]
[See, This is Brooklyn, this shit]

(Foxy Brown)
Since Hill, Shit got reala
Got more illa, of not givin' a fuck
guerilla
More paper chasin' only means scrilla
So, Cross me now and I'll kill ya
More kidnappin' niggas, snatch ya, come kill ya
Tape and handcuff up, and cap ya
Its reala
Hit ya, back ya
Keep that mac wit ya, or get with the cracks wit' ya
It's Sos' nigga, in the flesh, Up close nigga
Hope you bought that toast wit' ya
i'ma move like, so smooth like, whos hype?
I'm all Brooklyn, and my tight
Benz [ugh] Jags [ugh] Range Vogues [uh huh]
Henny [ugh] Cris [whoa] Remy Mo [what!]
[ugh] Gotta [ugh] Feel this [yea, yea niggas] Flow
[Ugh, YOU KNOW!
yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain
4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1
100 all under, one name
And we aint to shower, we came to reign!

[Foxy
And the Fox to the
5 niggas got glocks to ya
We on ya block, like how not ya?
It's the dough and the 6-series, windows
like whoa! Bitch, mind yo' business
This is big pimpin', broads when the teams mentioned
We comin' through the bling drenchin'
So test who? Ya whole get two through they vest too
So fuck you, Diddy don't dickride now, that too
Yall mothafuckas how Fox and Sos' do (uh-huh)
It's so true, nothin' to post a toast to
Brook'Nam, ones, Get aired like sitcoms
Blowin' the X-5, wit' the 20 shoes on, NIGGA! (ugh)

(AZ & Brown)

[ugh]
Jags
[whoa]
Vogues [uh
[ugh]
Cris
Remy
Mo [what!]
[ugh]
Gotta
Feel this glow [yea, yea
[Ugh,
YOU KNOW!
What yall know about 60 in one chain
4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1
100 all under, one name
And we aint come to shower, we to reign! [UGH!]

(-Repeat hook w/ adlibs fade-)