Luyện nghe bài hát What's Up Wit That

Ha, again
First and only female representin',
Rah Digga comin' through you what 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, no to scrubs
With the crisp deep voice I lace with

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

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

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

'Cuz how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit
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 radio me, yo
You gon say what's up and say nothin' strangers
My interest strictly record sales and tunnel

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

Educated, rhymes
Over niggas heads while out percolatin'
Spot datin', block money I take in
on the box like I was ovulatin'

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

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

'Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit
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 shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo up wit that
Sweetest person, and I'm the grimy queen
Wit a half of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

In '99 baby hold your
I be that seventh sign wit no souls in the guff
Focus your attention as I make my
'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
you're left hangin' from your vest

Definitely, severance 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, 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, you can't get a copy

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

I shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin'
Go cop my shit, because you can't get a

'Cuz that's how 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 shop 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 shit down for all my rhyme writin' people

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