Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich who flash and floss
Pour liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pale in the night is the scariest
handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and them make thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood
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 come out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

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

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last that raised 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, from long I can hit ya
You out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
Nigga I stay strapped, so I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a I name Nina
Two niggas went to see afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da level
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
that real.

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

I mastered the art of slap boxin' in da dark
big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, of gats
Testin' macks at your bulletproof and hats.

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

Uh huh, can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB WHAT
Two-time felon, to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight
slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and shot your block up.

2]
Them niggas that wanted war
Don't no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!