Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

Wha, what the yo? Fuck yo?
Is it real? ..
Teach y'all how to rap yo
Show niggaz how to expose a sound

Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these what, what?

Fuckin dickblower.. (thug what?)
Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you to be
P put it back where supposed to be
Supposedly, niggaz close to me
Trash rap niggaz can't fuck the...
... exulted, life style I kick
calm that make your livest rep wanna harm shit
Don't be when the guns bang (why?)
It's only natural for my dunns to hurt
Cop a squat though, you might learn
We givin out back and arm slings
Reality rap, the only song I
fugazi, strictly the real thing
Live in the flesh, my fresh out the pen
(When you see dem) I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing
(Money ain't a thing, what, what?)
You could catch me in the clique, in the spot
Nore guzzle the Crist', I Chardonnay
Pardon me, you get knocked out the way
it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)
Aiyyo Nas - that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to me the shank (shank nigga)
I it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play
Ese, I like it it get that way

Chorus: + (Noreaga)

So what you rep
(Iraq, where burst guns
and everybody on the block junk
So you rep dunn?)
Dunn the infamous, Q.B.
Where niggaz stand out all night, and make
you rep?
(Iraq, niggaz get buried
And we fight dirty, and hungry
So you rep dunn?)
Q.B., we like to blow
And pop slugs in illest nigga's rib cages

Aiyyo, yo
Stick it to you, black magic voodoo
They can't fuck with us, 'cause y'all cats straight
(You niggaz stink shit)
I'm from Iraq, of the snakes
Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it
Climbin down terraces, and the fire
Yo we move money, move me
Yo I'm usually, it up (livin it up nigga what?)
Gettin my sucked
Bone a bitch in the butt, her say what-what

Now gun talk, do you the same language?
For sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo
My shit spit like a retard, and plus
I for the day me and you could face-off
It gets gangster, my clique step in the room
We blow torches, and celebrate good
is for my dunns who rest in coffins
I wish y'all was, y'all was here

Yo the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.
And you we smash the industry, negatively
So a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy
Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all shit
A lil' dirt ball nigga, dirt at ya clique
Cause me an Aknel nigga packed no bags
We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc'
Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't
Or we was, out yo we had chicken-pox
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+
It definitely get real, on
I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap
They're sellin records yo, like they clap niggaz
me and P. get money like L.S.G.
While them cats change like a E.S.3.
Yo I'm still the same cat, I used to be
Often, I'm on with my rosaries
Coastin, always hit 'em with the potion
Look at you now, now you full emotion
Prankster height, my like the gangster-type
Queens like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight
While y'all wear Pampers like the cradle type
hype, thugged-out, shined with light