Luyện nghe bài hát What Up

"It's new!"
Yeah! yeah, Busta bust down, now
I know what you all feel like
Go 'head and your whip in the fuckin' wall
cool, niggaz, we gets busy

For sure, spit rogue, get 'bout to kick in the door
Dick sore, split 'til they shit on the floor
more sick from when you use to see us before
Shit, a nigga, quick, niggaz know my rapport
workers on the strip that be ready for war
Brick I a little quicker if they shit in the store
Rip, maybe 'til drop, and they shit in they drawers
Shit when I pop, and I'm grippin' the four

Thick bitches in the spot, them strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we a torch
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank them for support
Quick nigga, quit snitchin' down at the court
track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we like we rich, and we holdin' the fort
This time, we had to bring it, guess we brought
The hottest shit to from L.A. to the streets of New York

All my people, get drunk, get
Get money, get rich, get fly
Get stupid, get busy, get
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and
a million yeah we gonna make about five
We speak the truth and we talkin' no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and everybody's it
Once again you know we come to get it

Ha, I wicked now I'm back on the strip
Like I on a vacation and I'm back from my trip
Nuff rotation like I'm sailin' a ship
Or when the team the block, busy trailin' my clique
Truck packed of niggaz with the strap and the whip
Get the gat out of the stash, put it on my hip
Gat butt you in the face, split and fatten lip
Blood hit the floor than the clap when it drip

I credit name with bullets, read the back of the script
My victim's engraved on the back of the clip
Chicks the way we roll, how the movement is thick
So official my name's on the back of your bitch
Pay for the name on the back of the stitch
Name the whole city now I'm changin' the pitch
Kick back kinda crazy when I'm the fifth
Think you nicer the God, shit is only a myth

ahold of the masses, I was born with a gift
Niggaz be runnin' trap, throw 'em over the cliff
and drinkin' the Guinness, busy holdin' the spliff
Flippin' and shittin' on niggaz 'til we old and we
I don't drive whips, throw the shit on the lift
12 hours, one worker do the of the shift
I do the thing to make you open mouth
And give you shit to bang the and the rest of the south

All my people, get drunk, get
Get money, get rich, get fly
Get stupid, get busy, get
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and
Make a million yeah we gonna make five
We speak the truth and we talkin' no jive
I'm speakin' to the and everybody's with it
Once again you know we come to get it