Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

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

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

Fuckin dickblower.. (thug what?)
Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you to be
P put it back it's supposed to be
Supposedly, comin close to me
rap niggaz can't fuck with the...
... exulted, affluent style I kick
shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit
Don't be alarmed when the guns (why?)
It's only natural for my dunns to some-thang
Cop a squat though, you learn some-thang
We givin out back and arm slings
rap, the only song I sing
Nuttin fugazi, the real thing
Live in the flesh, my niggaz out the pen
(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, ain't a thing
(Money a thing, nigga what, what?)
You catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday
Nore the Crist', I down Chardonnay
me, 'fore you get knocked out the way
Everyday it's like a title fight take (no doubt)
Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)
I think it's to take 'em to the hood, let's play
Ese, I like it when it get way

Prodigy + (Noreaga)

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

Aiyyo, yo
Stick it to you, black magic like
They can't fuck with us, 'cause y'all cats doo-doo
(You stink like shit)
I'm from Iraq, home of the
Niggaz got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes
Climbin down terraces, and the escapes
Yo we move money, move me
Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up what?)
Gettin my dick
Bone a in the butt, make her say what-what

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

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