Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

Wha, what the fuck yo? yo?
Is it real? ..
Teach niggaz how to rap yo
y'all 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, comin close to me
Trash rap niggaz can't with the...
... exulted, life style I kick
calm that make your livest rep wanna harm shit
Don't be alarmed when the guns (why?)
It's only natural for my dunns to hurt
Cop a squat though, you might learn
We givin out back and arm slings
rap, the only song I sing
Nuttin fugazi, strictly the thing
in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen
(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, ain't a thing
(Money ain't a thing, what, what?)
You could catch me in the clique, in the everyday
guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay
Pardon me, 'fore you get out the way
Everyday like a title 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 think it's time to take 'em to the hood, play
Ese, I like it it get that way

Chorus: + (Noreaga)

So you rep dunn?
(Iraq, where burst guns
and everybody on the block pump
So you rep dunn?)
the infamous, Q.B. houses
Where niggaz stand out all night, and thousands
you rep?
(Iraq, where niggaz get
And we dirty, and stay hungry
So you rep dunn?)
Q.B., we to blow faces
And pop slugs in illest nigga's rib cages

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

Now gun talk, do you speak the language?
For your sake, I hope so, rap a taste yo
My shit spit like a retard, and plus
I drool for the day me and you 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 y'all was, wish y'all was here

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