Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and
Pour liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no exist
Only wishin' we could bring back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
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 by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young and make them make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
they walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' like they own, in dis hood we call home
fight 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 that they know who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up before 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 out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars 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, Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
Nigga I stay strapped, so I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name
Two niggas went to see afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da 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, 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 for these rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow 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 boxin' niggas in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the
I'm da of rap, collector of gats
Testin' macks at bulletproof vests and hats.

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get
When pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, to da dome
a nigga back, get da shells, go straight 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
want no war no mo
Now that they who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)