Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da ones who flash and floss
some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no exist
Only we could 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, pumpin' in
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They 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
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they
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 grown and guns come out
Circle of life, it's deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted before
want no beef no mo
Now that 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 voice to me, got 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 who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
how I use words 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
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
Nigga I stay strapped, so I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, bezel.
It's 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, Guinness
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
your 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 back
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots thru your leather and clothe, 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 fuck want it me.

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

How bout that, guns off, I bust back
trucks backfire, I bust back
How that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck ya'll get dropped
When pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go home
Never slip, my Will+ to survive is so deep
sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse your block up.

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