Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

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

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

Fuckin dickblower.. (thug what?)
Yo (yo!) At ease! Back you supposed to be
P put it back where supposed to be
Supposedly, niggaz close to me
Trash rap niggaz can't with the...
... exulted, affluent life style I
calm shit make your livest rep wanna harm shit
be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)
It's only for my dunns to hurt some-thang
Cop a though, you might learn some-thang
We givin out back braces and arm
rap, the only song I sing
Nuttin fugazi, the real thing
Live in the flesh, my niggaz 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 could me in the clique, in the spot everyday
Nore the Crist', I down Chardonnay
Pardon me, you get knocked out the way
it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)
Aiyyo Nas - fuck nigga just 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 when it get way

Prodigy + (Noreaga)

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

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

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 for the day me and you could face-off
It gets gangster, my clique step in the room
We torches, and celebrate good fortune
This is for my dunns who in coffins
I wish 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 been a foul hood boy
Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that
A lil' 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 thuggin yo we had
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final brigades
It get real, on stage
I the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz
They're sellin records yo, actin like they niggaz
Cause me and P. get like L.S.G.
them cats small change like a E.S.3.
Yo I'm still the cat, that I used to be
Often, I'm on with my rosaries
Coastin, always hit 'em the thug potion
Look at you now, now you just full
Prankster height, my peoples like the
Queens niggaz to shoot, ain't afraid to fight
While y'all niggaz Pampers like the cradle type
hype, thugged-out, shined with light