Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and
Pour some liquors out to my dogs up north
on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
Holdin' nines, of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the is the scariest
handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who
Turnin' out young and make them make thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood
in the air of New York
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we home
Fist fight till we grown and these come out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas wanted beef 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 better sober up before ya'll to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, get ya
On da strength of da inf, long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya even wit ya
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten to got hit ya
my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by clappin'
Nigga I strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next
crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It's real.

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

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

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

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

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