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 up north
on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could them back with songs like dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
nines, thoughts 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
Various calls were up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, in they strollers
Before walk they knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we home
Fist fight till we grown and these guns out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted before
Don't no beef 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 that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm get you, I'ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, from range I can hit ya
You find out niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to ya
Peep how I use to paint 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 creatin' action, by rapidly
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta seen her
This QB shit, to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, bezel.
that 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 with two, I some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo tips will 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 boxin' niggas in da
QB's big man, of the Bravehearts
I'm da of rap, collector of gats
Testin' macks at your vests and hats.

How bout that, bust off, I bust back
trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, a muhfuckin' 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 fuck around ya'll get
guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da
Send a back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your block up.

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