Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we bring them back with songs like dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
Jakes wit pale in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my and alias
Various calls made up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, in they strollers
Before they they knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these come 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 they know who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll better sober up before ya'll speak 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, from long I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't wit ya
da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch 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 up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, 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, out, Guinness 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
wit a beam 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 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
Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.

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

How bout that, bust off, I bust back
When 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 around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, who's
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, 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, makes me
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your block up.

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Them niggas wanted war before
Don't no war no mo
Now that know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)