Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

Wha, the fuck yo? Fuck yo?
Is it Really? ..
Teach niggaz how to rap yo
Show niggaz how to expose a sound

Spit on these cats nigga, spit on cats 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 life I kick
calm that make your livest rep wanna harm shit
Don't be alarmed the guns bang (why?)
It's only natural for my to hurt some-thang
Cop a squat though, you learn some-thang
We givin out back braces and arm
Reality rap, the only I sing
Nuttin fugazi, the real thing
Live in the flesh, my niggaz out the pen
(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, ain't a thing
(Money ain't a thing, what, what?)
You could catch me in the clique, in the everyday
guzzle 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 that nigga just (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to 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 guns
and everybody on the block pump
So you rep dunn?)
Dunn the infamous, Q.B.
Where niggaz stand out all night, and make
you rep?
(Iraq, niggaz get buried
And we dirty, and stay hungry
So you rep dunn?)
Q.B., we like to faces
And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib

Aiyyo, yo
Stick it to you, black magic voodoo
They can't fuck with us, 'cause y'all cats doo-doo
(You stink like shit)
I'm from Iraq, home of the
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 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 gangster, when my clique step in the room
We blow torches, and good fortune
is for my dunns who rest in coffins
I wish y'all was, wish y'all was

Yo what the P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.
And you know we smash the industry,
So fuck a good boy, I always been a foul boy
Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all shit
A lil' dirt ball nigga, 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 yo we had chicken-pox
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, Chapter+ brigades
It definitely get real, on
I the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz
They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap
Cause me and P. get money L.S.G.
While them cats small change a E.S.3.
Yo I'm the same cat, that I used to be
Often, I'm on tour my rosaries
Coastin, hit 'em with the thug potion
at you now, now you just full emotion
Prankster height, my peoples the gangster-type
Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't to fight
While niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type
Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined light