Luyện nghe bài hát What's Up Wit That

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

Now I'ma tell it like it ain't been told
With the rhyme that boost me ten-fold
dough in pubs, sayin' no to scrubs
With the crisp deep voice I lace overdubs

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

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

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

'Cuz how shit be, what's up wit that
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, up wit that
And plays me, yo
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin'
My interest strictly record and tunnel bangers

Verse dentin', worse armageddon
Worse them kids runnin' around bomb settin'
Mind threatenin', a couple hits of mescaline
Comin' up with to cover the embezzlin'

Educated, pre-meditated
Over heads while they out percolatin'
datin', block money I could take in
Drops on the box like I was

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

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

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

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

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

Got a bad attitude and a disposition'
Corny 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 joint moves 20,000 every day
Official, ever an itty bitty youngun
Before the kiss when I didn't put my tongue in

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

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

I shop 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 can't get a

'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 up wit that

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

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