Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

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

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

Fuckin dickblower.. (thug what?)
Yo (yo!) At ease! where you supposed to be
P put it where it's supposed to be
Supposedly, niggaz comin to me
Trash rap niggaz fuck with the...
... exulted, affluent life 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 hurt
Cop a squat though, you might some-thang
We out back braces and arm slings
rap, the only song I sing
Nuttin fugazi, the real thing
in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen
(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money a thing
(Money ain't a thing, what, what?)
You could catch me in the clique, in the everyday
Nore the Crist', I down Chardonnay
Pardon me, 'fore you get out the way
Everyday it's like a fight take place (no doubt)
Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, tell P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)
I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, play
Ese, I it when it get that way

Chorus: + (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 stand out all night, and thousands
What you
(Iraq, where get buried
And we dirty, and stay hungry
So you rep dunn?)
Q.B., we like to blow
And pop slugs in illest nigga's rib cages

Aiyyo, yo
Stick it to you, magic like voodoo
They can't fuck with us, 'cause cats straight doo-doo
(You stink like shit)
I'm Iraq, home of the snakes
Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it
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 sucked
Bone a bitch in the butt, her say what-what

Now gun talk, do you speak the same
For your sake, I hope so, rap a taste yo
My spit like a retard, and plus boss
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
is for my dunns who rest in coffins
I y'all was, wish y'all was here

Yo the deally 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 I had ring-worms, and all that shit
A lil' dirt nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique
Cause me an nigga ain't packed no bags
We rather, be in the streets, yellow mesc' tabs
Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game stops
Or we was, out thuggin yo we had
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+
It definitely get real, on
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.
While cats small change like a E.S.3.
Yo I'm still the same cat, that I to be
Often, I'm on tour my rosaries
Coastin, always hit 'em the thug potion
Look at you now, now you just full
height, my peoples like the gangster-type
Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't to fight
While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the type
Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with