Luyện nghe bài hát What's Up Wit That

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

Now I'ma tell it like it never been told
With the mechanism that boost me ten-fold
Spend dough in pubs, sayin' no to
With the crisp voice I lace 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 drop and like Street stop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Definitely, gettin' pay
While my joint 20,000 units 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, 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 shop crazy, up wit that
And radio me, yo what's up wit that
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 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, yo what's up wit

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

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