Luyện nghe bài hát What's Up Wit That

Ha, once
First and only representin', yeah
Rah Digga comin' through you know what I'm
Uhh, uhh, uhh, like what, what

Now tell it like it ain't never been told
With the mechanism that boost me ten-fold
Spend dough in pubs, no to scrubs
With the crisp deep I lace with overdubs

Now wassup, if by haphazard
You see me in Rolling Stone or the rapmaster
Up in the slot where you used to
Your shit drop and like Wall Street stop

Now, the part thrill me, what's up with that
Cats that didn't feel me, yo, what's up with that
Ha, ha, ha, ha fine, that's funny
Now they ass bricks like the fuckin' crash dummies

I'm hits like the oldies, what's up wit that
Cats be frontin' like they me, yo, what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin'
My interest strictly sales and tunnel bangers

that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit
I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit
And how I rep Jersey, yo up wit that

I shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio me, yo
You gon say what's up and say nothin' strangers
My interest strictly sales and tunnel bangers

Verse dentin', worse than
than them kids runnin' around bomb settin'
Mind threatenin', like a hits of mescaline
Comin' up documents to cover the embezzlin'

Educated, rhymes
Over niggas while they out percolatin'
Spot datin', block I could take in
Drops on the box I was ovulatin'

Now, for all the wildin', what's up wit that
You best throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit that
'Cuz the real rap bitch that foot on the scene
Will put a rapper on his ass like milk and Ovaltine

Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit
And now you wanna me, yo what's up wit that
Sweetest person and I'm the grimy queen
Wit a half of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit
The Rah D I G, yo up wit that
I'm rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit
And radio me, yo what's up wit that
Sweetest person, and I'm the grimy queen
Wit a half ounce of stashed in my Tommy Jeans

In '99 baby hold stuff
I be seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff
Focus your attention as I make my
'Cuz I get the party jumpin' like your won't start

Got a bad and a worse disposition'
niggas get the boot, for endangerin' the mission
Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap
you're left hangin' from your vest

Definitely, gettin' pay
While my moves 20,000 units every day
Official, ever an itty bitty youngun
the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in

Now, I'm kickin' all type of lingo, up wit that
I make the shit into a single, ha, up wit that
You gon say up and I'ma say nothin' papi
Go cop my shit, because you get a copy

that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit
I'm writin' rhymes lovely, what's up wit
And how I rep Jersey, yo up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit
And radio me, yo what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say papi
Go cop my shit, because you can't get a

'Cuz that's how shit be what's up wit
The Rah D I G, yo up wit that
I'm writin' lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit
And radio plays me, yo up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin'
I hold shit down for all my rhyme people

'Cuz that's how be, the Rah D I G
I'm writin' lovely, and how I rep Jersey