Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

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

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

Fuckin dickblower.. (thug what?)
Yo (yo!) At ease! where you supposed to be
P put it back where supposed to be
Supposedly, niggaz close to me
rap niggaz can't fuck with the...
... exulted, life style I kick
calm shit that make your rep wanna harm shit
Don't be when the guns bang (why?)
It's only natural for my to hurt some-thang
Cop a though, you might learn some-thang
We out back braces and arm slings
Reality rap, the only I sing
fugazi, strictly 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 could catch me in the clique, in the spot
Nore guzzle the Crist', I down
Pardon me, you get knocked out the way
Everyday it's like a fight take place (no doubt)
Aiyyo Nas - fuck that just say? (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, tell P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)
I think it's time to '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 on the block pump junk
So you rep dunn?)
Dunn the infamous, Q.B.
Where niggaz out all night, and make thousands
What you
(Iraq, niggaz get buried
And we dirty, and stay hungry
So you rep dunn?)
Q.B., we to blow faces
And pop in your illest nigga's rib cages

Aiyyo, yo
Stick it to you, black like voodoo
They can't fuck with us, 'cause y'all cats doo-doo
(You niggaz stink shit)
I'm from Iraq, of the snakes
Niggaz ain't got for the jakes; do whatever it takes
Climbin terraces, and the fire 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 your sake, I hope so, let's rap a yo
My shit like a retard, and plus boss
I drool for the day me and you face-off
It gangster, when my clique step in the room
We blow torches, and celebrate fortune
This is for my dunns who rest in
I y'all was, wish y'all was here

Yo the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.
And you know we smash the industry,
So fuck a good boy, I always been a hood boy
Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that
A lil' dirt ball nigga, dirt at ya clique
Cause me an nigga ain't packed no bags
We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow 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 brigades
It get real, on stage
I ain't the Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz
They're sellin yo, actin 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 cat, that I used to be
Often, I'm on tour my rosaries
Coastin, always hit 'em with the potion
Look at you now, now you just full
height, my peoples like the gangster-type
Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to
While y'all niggaz wear Pampers the cradle type
Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined light