Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

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

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

Fuckin dickblower.. (thug what?)
Yo (yo!) At ease! Back you supposed to be
P put it back where supposed to be
Supposedly, comin close to me
Trash rap niggaz fuck with the...
... exulted, affluent style I kick
calm that make your livest rep wanna harm shit
Don't be when the guns bang (why?)
It's only for my dunns to hurt some-thang
Cop a squat though, you might learn
We out back braces and arm slings
rap, the only song I sing
Nuttin fugazi, the real thing
Live in the flesh, my fresh 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 catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday
Nore guzzle the Crist', I down
Pardon me, you get knocked out the way
Everyday like a title fight take place (no doubt)
Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga say? (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to me the shank (shank nigga)
I think time to take 'em to the hood, let's play
Ese, I like it it get that way

Chorus: + (Noreaga)

So you rep dunn?
(Iraq, niggaz burst guns
and on the block pump junk
So you rep dunn?)
the infamous, Q.B. houses
Where niggaz stand out all night, and make
What you
(Iraq, niggaz get buried
And we fight dirty, and hungry
So you rep dunn?)
Q.B., we like to faces
And pop slugs in illest nigga's rib cages

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

Now gun talk, do you speak the same
For sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo
My shit spit like a retard, and boss
I drool for the day me and you could
It gets gangster, when my step in the room
We blow torches, and good 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 we smash the industry, negatively
So fuck a good boy, I always been a hood boy
Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all shit
A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya
Cause me an Aknel ain't packed no bags
We rather, be in the streets, yellow mesc' tabs
Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't
Or we was, out thuggin yo we had
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, Chapter+ brigades
It definitely get real, on
I ain't the Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz
They're sellin records yo, actin 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 same cat, I used to be
Often, I'm on tour my rosaries
Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug
Look at you now, now you just full
Prankster height, my peoples the gangster-type
Queens niggaz to shoot, ain't afraid to fight
While y'all niggaz wear like the cradle type
hype, thugged-out, shined with light