Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

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

Spit on cats nigga, spit on these cats 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 comin to me
Trash rap niggaz can't with the...
... exulted, life style I kick
calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm
Don't be when the guns bang (why?)
only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang
Cop a squat though, you learn some-thang
We out back braces and arm slings
rap, the only song I sing
Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real
in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen
(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a
(Money ain't a thing, what, what?)
You could catch me in the clique, in the spot
Nore the Crist', I down Chardonnay
me, 'fore you get knocked out the way
Everyday it's like a fight take place (no doubt)
Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga say? (What he say, huh?)
Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass 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 niggaz burst
and on the block pump junk
So you rep dunn?)
the infamous, Q.B. houses
Where stand out all night, and make thousands
you rep?
(Iraq, where niggaz get
And we fight dirty, and hungry
So you rep dunn?)
Q.B., we like to faces
And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib

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

Now gun talk, do you speak the same
For your sake, I so, let's rap a taste yo
My spit like a retard, and plus boss
I drool for the day me and you could
It gangster, when my clique step in the room
We blow torches, and good fortune
This is for my who rest in coffins
I y'all was, wish y'all was here

Yo what the P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.
And you know we the industry, negatively
So fuck a good boy, I always 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 ain't packed no
We rather, be in the streets, sellin mesc' tabs
Cause we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops
Or we was, out thuggin yo we had
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, Chapter+ brigades
It get real, on stage
I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap
They're sellin yo, actin like they clap niggaz
Cause me and P. get money L.S.G.
While them cats change like a E.S.3.
Yo I'm still the cat, that I used to be
Often, I'm on tour my rosaries
Coastin, hit 'em with the thug potion
Look at you now, now you just emotion
Prankster height, my peoples the gangster-type
Queens niggaz like to shoot, afraid to fight
While y'all niggaz Pampers like the cradle type
Mainly hype, thugged-out, with light