Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

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

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, comin close to me
Trash rap niggaz can't with the...
... exulted, affluent style I kick
calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm
Don't be when the guns bang (why?)
It's only natural for my dunns to hurt
Cop a though, you might learn some-thang
We givin out back and arm slings
Reality rap, the song I sing
Nuttin fugazi, strictly the thing
Live in the flesh, my niggaz out the pen
(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a
(Money a thing, nigga what, what?)
You could catch me in the clique, in the spot
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 - that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, tell P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)
I it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play
Ese, I it when it get that way

Prodigy + (Noreaga)

So what you rep
(Iraq, niggaz burst guns
and on the block pump junk
So you rep dunn?)
Dunn the infamous, Q.B.
Where niggaz out all night, and make thousands
What you
(Iraq, where get buried
And we fight dirty, and stay
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 like voodoo
They can't with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo
(You niggaz like shit)
I'm Iraq, home of the snakes
Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do it takes
Climbin down terraces, and the escapes
Yo we money, money move me
Yo I'm usually, it up (livin it up nigga what?)
Gettin my sucked
Bone a in the butt, make her say what-what

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 for the day me and you could face-off
It gangster, when my clique step in the room
We blow torches, and good fortune
This is for my dunns who rest in
I wish was, wish y'all was here

Yo the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.
And you know we smash the industry,
So fuck a boy, I always been a foul hood boy
Yo as a I had ring-worms, and all that shit
A lil' dirt ball nigga, dirt at ya clique
me an Aknel nigga 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 yo we had chicken-pox
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+
It definitely get real, on
I ain't the Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz
They're sellin records yo, 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 still the cat, that I used to be
Often, I'm on with my rosaries
Coastin, always hit 'em the thug potion
Look at you now, now you just full
Prankster height, my peoples the gangster-type
Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't to fight
While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle
Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with