Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who and floss
some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we could bring them back with like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
Holdin' nines, of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they my government and alias
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they
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 own, in dis hood we call home
Fist till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted beef
want 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 sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
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 strength of da inf, from long I can hit ya
You find out them 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 name up in the law book, Curtis
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a I name Nina
Two niggas to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to me to da next level
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, pierce niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Stout
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I left for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream it
Forever, whatever get gully
thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I give a fuck who you be
Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.

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

How bout that, guns bust off, I back
trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, a muhfuckin' 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 fuck ya'll get dropped
guns pop, who's tellin'
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 +Ill Will+ to survive is so
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 wanted war
Don't no war no mo
Now that they who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)