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 trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we could bring them back with like dis
Old flicks on us 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
They handcuff me, they knew my and alias
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before they walk they 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 till we and these guns come out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

Yo niggas that wanted beef before
Don't 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
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, long range I can hit ya
You find out niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint
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 creatin' action, by clappin'
Nigga I strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
QB shit, bout to take 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, ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the 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 on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get
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 fuck it with me.

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

How bout that, guns off, I bust back
trucks backfire, I bust back
How that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
niggas 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 get dropped
When guns pop, tellin'
Twin 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
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your block up.

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Them niggas that war before
Don't no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)