Luyện nghe bài hát What's Up Wit That

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

Now I'ma tell it like it ain't never been
the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold
Spend 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 the rapmaster
Up in the slot where you used to
Your shit suddenly drop and like Street stop

Now, the part that thrill me, what's up that
Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up 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, up wit that
be frontin' like they know me, yo, what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin'
My interest strictly record sales and bangers

that's 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
You gon say what's up and say nothin' strangers
My interest record sales and tunnel bangers

Verse dentin', than armageddon
Worse than them kids around bomb settin'
threatenin', like a couple hits of mescaline
Comin' up with documents to cover the

Educated, rhymes
Over heads while they out percolatin'
Spot datin', money I could take in
on the box like 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 step 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
person 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 writin' rhymes lovely, 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 what's up wit
Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy
Wit a half ounce of stashed in my Tommy Jeans

In '99 hold your stuff
I be that seventh sign wit no souls in the guff
Focus attention as I make my mark
'Cuz I get the party jumpin' like your hoopty start

Got a bad attitude and a disposition'
Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin' the
Believe all you rap specimens, to proofread my rap reference
'Fore you're left hangin' from your

Definitely, severance 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, up wit that
I make the shit a single, ha, what's up wit that
You gon say up and I'ma say nothin' papi
Go cop my shit, you can't 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, up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo up wit that

I wreck shop crazy, up wit that
And plays me, yo what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and say nothin' 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 what's up wit
I'm writin' rhymes lovely, up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit

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

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