Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[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 them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
Jakes wit faces in the night is the scariest
They me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
Turnin' out 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
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
Fist till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them that wanted beef before
want 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 speak to me, don't come at me
rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, get ya
On da of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint
Peep how I got with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I gats
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to me to da next level
Next crib, Benz, next 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 hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck it with me.

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

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

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

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