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 trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only we could bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our we risk
How it use to be, morn, pumpin' in shifts
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They me, they knew my government and alias
Various were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, in they strollers
they walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these guns out
Circle of life, it's deep how we end out.

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

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm get you, I'ma 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
how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
Nigga I stay strapped, so 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 level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck war
I got a four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Stout
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got for these rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make dream 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 give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da want it with me.

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

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get
When guns pop, tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB WHAT
felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight
Never slip, my Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your up.

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