Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who and floss
Pour some out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs dis
Old flicks on us wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit pale in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my and alias
calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they they knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's deep how we end out.

Yo them that wanted beef before
Don't want no no mo
Now they 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 rapper that raised his 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 range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint
how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next
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 four, ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Stout
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held gats
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your and clothe, With your skelly off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a 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, Horse of the
I'm da Sasquash of rap, of gats
macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.

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

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

2]
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!!