Luyện nghe bài hát What's Up Wit That

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

Now I'ma tell it it ain't never been told
With the rhyme mechanism boost me ten-fold
Spend dough in pubs, sayin' no to
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 to rock
Your shit drop and like Wall Street stop

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

I'm hits like the oldies, what's up wit that
be frontin' like they know me, yo, what's up wit that
You gon say up and I'ma say nothin' strangers
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' lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo up wit that

I wreck crazy, what's up wit that
And radio me, yo
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin'
My interest record sales and tunnel bangers

Verse dentin', worse than
Worse than them kids runnin' bomb settin'
Mind threatenin', like a couple of mescaline
Comin' up with documents to the embezzlin'

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

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

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

'Cuz how shit 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, up wit that

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

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

Got a bad attitude and a disposition'
Corny get the boot, for endangerin' the mission
all you rap specimens, need 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 since an itty bitty
Before the kiss when I didn't put my tongue in

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

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 up wit that

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

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