Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

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

Spit on these cats nigga, on these 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 can't fuck with the...
... exulted, affluent life style I
calm shit that make your livest rep harm shit
be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)
It's only natural for my dunns to hurt
Cop a squat though, you might some-thang
We givin out braces and arm slings
rap, the only song 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 ain't a
(Money ain't a thing, what, what?)
You could catch me in the clique, in the everyday
Nore the Crist', I down Chardonnay
Pardon me, 'fore you get out the way
it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)
Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga say? (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the (shank nigga)
I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's
Ese, I like it when it get way

Chorus: + (Noreaga)

So what you rep
(Iraq, where niggaz burst
and everybody on the pump junk
So you rep dunn?)
Dunn the infamous, Q.B.
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 fuck with us, 'cause cats straight doo-doo
(You stink like shit)
I'm from Iraq, home of the
Niggaz got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes
Climbin 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 same
For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a yo
My spit like a retard, and plus boss
I drool for the day me and you face-off
It gets gangster, my clique step in the room
We blow torches, and good fortune
This is for my dunns who in coffins
I wish y'all was, wish was here

Yo the deally 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 I had ring-worms, and all that shit
A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya
Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't no bags
We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow tabs
Cause where we from, yo the game don't stops
Or we was, out yo we had chicken-pox
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+
It get real, on stage
I ain't the Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz
They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap
Cause me and P. get like L.S.G.
While them cats small change a E.S.3.
Yo I'm still the same cat, that I 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 like the gangster-type
Queens niggaz like to shoot, afraid to fight
While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the type
hype, thugged-out, shined with light