Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

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

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

Fuckin dickblower.. (thug what?)
Yo (yo!) At ease! where you supposed to be
P put it back it's supposed to be
Supposedly, comin close to me
Trash rap niggaz can't with the...
... exulted, life style I kick
shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit
Don't be alarmed when the guns (why?)
It's natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang
Cop a squat though, you 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 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
me, 'fore you get knocked out the way
Everyday it's like a title fight 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 to take 'em to the hood, let's play
Ese, I it when it get that way

Chorus: + (Noreaga)

So what you rep
(Iraq, where burst 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, niggaz get buried
And we fight dirty, and stay
So you rep dunn?)
Q.B., we like to blow
And pop slugs in your illest rib cages

Aiyyo, yo
Stick it to you, magic like voodoo
They can't fuck with us, 'cause y'all cats straight
(You niggaz stink shit)
I'm from Iraq, of the snakes
Niggaz ain't got love for the do whatever it takes
Climbin down terraces, and the fire
Yo we money, money move me
Yo I'm usually, it up (livin it up nigga 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 hope so, let's rap a yo
My shit like a retard, and plus boss
I drool for the day me and you could
It gets gangster, my clique step in the room
We torches, and celebrate good fortune
This is for my dunns who rest in
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 a foul hood boy
Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all shit
A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin 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, muh'fucker yo the game don't
Or we was, out yo we had chicken-pox
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final brigades
It definitely get real, on
I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap
They're sellin records yo, actin they clap niggaz
Cause me and P. get money L.S.G.
While them cats small change a E.S.3.
Yo I'm still the same cat, I used to be
Often, I'm on with my rosaries
Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug
Look at you now, now you just emotion
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
hype, thugged-out, shined with light