Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

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

Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these 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
rap niggaz can't fuck with the...
... exulted, life style I kick
calm shit make your livest rep wanna harm shit
be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)
It's only natural for my to hurt some-thang
Cop a squat though, you might learn
We out back braces and arm slings
Reality rap, the song I sing
Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real
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 a thing, nigga what, what?)
You could catch me in the clique, in the everyday
Nore guzzle the Crist', I down
Pardon me, 'fore you get out the way
Everyday it's a title fight take place (no doubt)
Aiyyo Nas - fuck 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

Prodigy + (Noreaga)

So what you rep
(Iraq, where niggaz burst
and everybody on the block pump
So you rep dunn?)
Dunn the infamous, Q.B.
Where niggaz stand out all night, and make
What you
(Iraq, where niggaz get
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 magic like
They can't fuck with us, 'cause y'all cats straight
(You stink like shit)
I'm from Iraq, of the snakes
Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it
down 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 the same language?
For sake, I hope 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, when my clique in the room
We blow torches, and celebrate good
is for my dunns who rest in coffins
I wish y'all was, wish was here

Yo what the 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 that
A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya
Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no
We rather, be in the streets, sellin mesc' tabs
Cause we from, muh'fucker 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 the Madd 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 the same cat, that I used to be
Often, I'm on with my rosaries
Coastin, always hit 'em the thug potion
at you now, now you just full emotion
Prankster height, my like the gangster-type
niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight
While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle
Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined light