Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

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

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

Fuckin dickblower.. (thug what?)
Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you to be
P put it back where supposed to be
Supposedly, comin close to me
Trash rap niggaz can't fuck the...
... exulted, affluent style I kick
calm shit that make your livest rep harm shit
be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)
It's only natural for my dunns to some-thang
Cop a squat though, you might some-thang
We givin out back and arm slings
Reality rap, the only I sing
Nuttin fugazi, strictly the thing
in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen
(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money a thing
(Money a thing, nigga what, what?)
You could catch me in the clique, in the everyday
Nore the Crist', I down Chardonnay
Pardon me, you get knocked out the way
Everyday it's a title fight take place (no doubt)
Aiyyo Nas - fuck that just say? (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)
I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, play
Ese, I like it when it get way

Chorus: + (Noreaga)

So what you rep
(Iraq, where burst guns
and everybody on the pump junk
So you rep dunn?)
the infamous, Q.B. houses
Where niggaz out all night, and make thousands
you rep?
(Iraq, niggaz 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 magic like
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 for the jakes; do whatever it takes
Climbin down terraces, and the fire
Yo we move money, move me
Yo I'm usually, it up (livin it up nigga what?)
my dick sucked
Bone a in the butt, make her say what-what

Now gun talk, do you the same language?
For sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo
My shit like a retard, and plus boss
I drool for the day me and you could
It gets gangster, when my clique in the room
We blow torches, and celebrate good
This is for my who rest in coffins
I wish y'all was, wish was here

Yo what the P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.
And you know we 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 yellow mesc'
Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game stops
Or we was, out thuggin yo we had
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 yo, actin like they clap niggaz
me and P. get money like L.S.G.
While them small change like a E.S.3.
Yo I'm still the same cat, I used to be
Often, I'm on tour with my
Coastin, always hit 'em with the potion
Look at you now, now you just emotion
Prankster height, my peoples the gangster-type
niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight
While y'all wear Pampers like the cradle type
Mainly hype, thugged-out, with light