Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

Wha, what the yo? Fuck yo?
Is it Really? ..
y'all niggaz how to rap yo
Show y'all 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 it's to be
Supposedly, niggaz close to me
Trash rap niggaz can't fuck 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 only natural for my to hurt 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 real
Live in the flesh, my fresh 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 spot
Nore the Crist', I down Chardonnay
me, 'fore you get knocked out the way
Everyday it's like a title take place (no doubt)
Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga say? (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to me the shank (shank nigga)
I think it's time to 'em to the hood, let's play
Ese, I it when it get that way

Chorus: + (Noreaga)

So you rep dunn?
(Iraq, where niggaz guns
and everybody on the pump junk
So you rep dunn?)
the infamous, Q.B. houses
Where niggaz stand out all night, and thousands
you rep?
(Iraq, where niggaz get
And we fight dirty, and hungry
So you rep dunn?)
Q.B., we to blow faces
And pop slugs in your illest rib cages

Aiyyo, yo
Stick it to you, black magic like
They can't fuck with us, y'all cats straight doo-doo
(You niggaz stink shit)
I'm from Iraq, home of the
Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it
down terraces, and the fire escapes
Yo we money, money move me
Yo I'm usually, it up (livin it up nigga what?)
Gettin my sucked
a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what

Now gun talk, do you speak the language?
For your sake, I hope so, rap a taste yo
My shit spit like a retard, and plus
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
This is for my who rest in coffins
I y'all was, wish y'all was here

Yo the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.
And you know we 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 dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique
Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no
We rather, be in the streets, sellin mesc' tabs
Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game stops
Or we was, out yo we had chicken-pox
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, Chapter+ brigades
It get real, on stage
I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap
They're sellin yo, actin like they clap niggaz
me and P. get money like L.S.G.
While them cats small like a E.S.3.
Yo I'm still the cat, that I used to be
Often, I'm on tour my rosaries
Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug
Look at you now, now you just emotion
Prankster height, my peoples like the
Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to
While niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type
Mainly hype, thugged-out, with light