Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
They handcuff me, knew my government and alias
Various calls made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, in they strollers
Before they walk knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
Fist fight we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's deep how we end out.

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

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, 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 of da inf, from long range 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 with bodies me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a I name Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, to take 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 fuck war
I got a four four, pierce 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 hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, held back gats
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine scheme 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 will flood your jacket, I give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

I mastered the art of slap boxin' in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the
I'm da of rap, collector of gats
macks at your bulletproof vests 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 rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we around da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck ya'll get dropped
guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
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, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and shot your block up.

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