Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who and floss
Pour some liquors out to my trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we could bring them with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they my government and alias
Various calls were up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who
Turnin' out lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them like own, in dis hood we call home
Fist till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted before
Don't no beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, get ya
On da of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out them who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to ya
Peep how I use words to pictures
Peep how I got niggas bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two niggas went to see afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It's real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots thru leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow tips flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da want it with me.

I the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the
I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of
Testin' macks at bulletproof vests and hats.

How bout that, guns bust off, I bust
trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, stomp a rib out ur back
Ya'll ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we around da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get
When guns pop, who's
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da
a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and shot your block up.

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Them that wanted war before
want no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)