Luyện nghe bài hát What's Up Wit That

Ha, again
First and only female representin',
Rah Digga comin' through you what I'm sayin'
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah what, what

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

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

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

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

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

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

dentin', worse than armageddon
Worse than them kids around bomb settin'
Mind threatenin', like a couple of mescaline
Comin' up documents to cover the embezzlin'

Educated, pre-meditated
Over niggas heads they out percolatin'
Spot datin', money I could take in
on the box like I was ovulatin'

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

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

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

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

In '99 baby hold your
I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the
Focus your as I make my mark
'Cuz I get the party jumpin' like your hoopty won't

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

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

Now, I'm kickin' all of lingo, what's up wit that
I make the into a single, ha, what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say papi
Go cop my shit, you can't get a copy

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

I wreck crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit
You gon say up and I'ma say nothin' papi
Go cop my shit, because you get a copy

'Cuz that's how shit be what's up wit
The Rah D I G, yo up wit that
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 plays me, yo what's up wit
You gon say what's up and I'ma say chico
I hold down for all my rhyme writin' people

'Cuz how shit be, the Rah D I G
I'm rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey