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

[Noreaga -
keep it grimy! (get with that shit)
What y'all niggaz get
What gets murder unit (murder unit)
or unit (burn unit)
Get a real fuckin unit (real life fuckin unit)
A real 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 really give a fuck
[C] Why do don't really give the
[N] Cause I really give a fuck
[C] So we don't give the fuck
[N] You gon' with me?
[C] Hell
[N] What son what!? You gon' roll me?
[C] yeah
[N] What son what!? You roll with me?
[C] Hell
[N] What son what!? You ride with me?
[C] Hell
[N] What son what!? You gon' die me?
[C] Hell
[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 gonna worker
Some'll pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to us
look for bail Rufus bail Criminal Court
When a holla "Father you sure?"
Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they 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 that I lead (I lead)
Do crime in New York, and murder
Gentleman talk, ball like Hawk
No respect, this on the of the court
I off in the street thing, triple it's on

[M.A.Z.E.]
Ya niggaz livin a lie, the same
Its no room, no BI for in the game
See me I, where it pop
Off the like my diss and it rocks
Movin the same is the strippin the
I'm hot, glizzery from the bottom to top
Grizzy, let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes
To piss off the in me
Me and six slick through it (through it)
Bronx to the con do it
I see Don P as me, like spazin dead on your cheek
green to my eye, shit, write it down sincere
Get to say my in the air
Niggaz down, put they mic down
Niggaz scared that we ain't even 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 or fillin 'boes; see how we go?

- with Noreaga adlibs

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

It's no rumor what you hear us in clubs
Or freight some Blood
No vest protect the for your mug
Snake hear the move, every chance they get
Rap niggaz dead 'em on the advance they get
niggaz, I catch y'all Uptown
Soon as papi hit you, I'm right behind you holding it
Ya niggaz, got it
Pop and boo's
Might fit, make you come out of your
A more richer
Every spit a little more sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. cause my nigga
I it for the streets
My and freaks, lacking four to twenty G's
Thugging week, stylin out, Violator I'm wildin out
MU and thugged out, them talkin about
We off the yell dogg, the entire know this
Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, thugged out strong,

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

{*Noreaga to adlib in background*}

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