Luyện nghe bài hát What Up

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

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

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

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 yeah we gonna make about five
We the truth and we ain't talkin' no jive
I'm speakin' to the and everybody's with it
again you know we only come to get it

Ha, I wicked now I'm back on the strip
Like I went on a vacation and I'm back from my
Nuff radio rotation like I'm a ship
Or when the team circle the block, busy trailin' my
Truck packed full of 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 your lip
Blood hit the floor than the clap when it drip

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

Grab ahold of the masses, I was with a gift
Niggaz be runnin' trap, throw 'em over the cliff
Thinkin' and drinkin' the Guinness, busy holdin' the
and shittin' on niggaz 'til we old and we stiff
I don't even drive whips, throw the on the lift
12 hours, one worker do the of the shift
I do the to make you open your mouth
And give you to bang the midwest 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 about five
We speak the truth and we ain't no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and everybody's it
Once again you we only come to get it