Luyện nghe bài hát What's Up Wit That

Ha, once
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 that boost me ten-fold
dough in pubs, sayin' no to scrubs
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 where you used to rock
Your shit suddenly and like Wall Street stop

Now, the that thrill me, what's up with that
that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that
Ha, ha, ha, ha fine, that's funny
Now they ass catching bricks the fuckin' 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 what's up and I'ma say nothin'
My interest record sales and tunnel bangers

that's how shit be, what's 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 up wit that

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

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

Educated, rhymes
niggas heads while they out percolatin'
Spot datin', block money I could in
Drops on the box like I was

Now, for all the wildin', what's up wit that
You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit
'Cuz the real rap bitch that 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 me, yo what's up wit that
Sweetest person and I'm still the queen
Wit a half ounce of stashed 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, what's up wit

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

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

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

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

Now, I'm all type of lingo, what's up wit that
I the shit into 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

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

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