Luyện nghe bài hát What U Rep

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

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 back where supposed to be
Supposedly, niggaz close to me
Trash rap niggaz can't with the...
... exulted, life style I kick
calm shit that your livest rep wanna harm shit
Don't be alarmed when the bang (why?)
It's only natural for my dunns to hurt
Cop a squat though, you might learn
We givin out back braces and arm
Reality rap, the only 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, ain't a thing
(Money ain't a thing, what, what?)
You could me in the clique, in the spot everyday
guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay
Pardon me, you get knocked out the way
Everyday it's like a title fight place (no doubt)
Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, tell P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)
I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's
Ese, I it when it get that way

Prodigy + (Noreaga)

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

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

Now gun talk, do you speak the same
For your sake, I so, let's rap a taste yo
My shit spit like a retard, and boss
I drool for the day me and you face-off
It gangster, when my clique step in the room
We blow torches, and celebrate fortune
This is for my dunns who rest in
I y'all was, wish y'all was here

Yo what the P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.
And you we smash 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 nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique
Cause me an Aknel ain't packed no bags
We rather, be in the streets, yellow mesc' tabs
Cause where we from, yo the game don't stops
Or we was, out thuggin yo we had
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, Chapter+ brigades
It get real, on stage
I ain't the Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz
They're sellin yo, actin like they clap niggaz
Cause me and P. get money L.S.G.
While them cats change 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 full
Prankster height, my peoples like the
Queens niggaz like to shoot, afraid to fight
y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type
Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with