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 dogs trapped up
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we could bring 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 faces in the night is the scariest
handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before walk 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 home
Fist fight we grown and these guns come out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

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

[Verse 2 - 50
niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got in da eye
Now if I say I'm get you, I'ma 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
how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Jackson
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so I nickname gats
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, bitch, next bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll jaw
You see me thugged out, out, Guinness 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 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
thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da 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, of gats
Testin' macks at bulletproof vests and hats.

How bout that, guns off, I bust back
trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, stomp a rib out ur back
niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click 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, who's
barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to is so deep
sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot block up.

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Them that 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)