Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

Wha, what the fuck yo? yo?
Is it real? ..
Teach y'all how to rap yo
Show niggaz 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, niggaz close to me
Trash rap niggaz can't with the...
... exulted, life style I kick
calm shit that make 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, strictly the 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 a thing, nigga what, what?)
You catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday
guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay
Pardon me, 'fore you get out the way
Everyday it's like a title take place (no doubt)
Aiyyo Nas - fuck that just say? (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the (shank nigga)
I think time to take 'em to the hood, let's play
Ese, I like it it get that way

Prodigy + (Noreaga)

So what you rep
(Iraq, where niggaz guns
and everybody on the block junk
So you rep dunn?)
the infamous, Q.B. houses
Where niggaz out all night, and make thousands
you rep?
(Iraq, where get buried
And we dirty, and stay hungry
So you rep dunn?)
Q.B., we like to faces
And pop slugs in your illest rib cages

Aiyyo, yo
Stick it to you, black magic like
They can't fuck with us, 'cause y'all straight doo-doo
(You niggaz like shit)
I'm Iraq, home of the snakes
Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it
Climbin down terraces, and the escapes
Yo we money, money move me
Yo I'm usually, it up (livin it up nigga what?)
Gettin my dick
Bone a in the butt, make 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, when my clique step in the
We blow torches, and good fortune
This is for my dunns who rest in
I wish y'all was, wish y'all was

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