Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and
Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
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, in shifts
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, knew my government and alias
Various calls were up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who
Turnin' out young lady's and them make thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
Fist fight till we grown and these come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo niggas that wanted beef before
Don't want no 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 at me high
Last 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 range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to ya
Peep how I use words to paint
Peep how I got niggas with bodies me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see afta they seen her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next 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, pierce niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Stout
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, held back gats
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots thru leather and clothe, With your skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck it with me.

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

How bout that, guns off, I bust back
When 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
When pop, who's tellin'
Twin nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot block up.

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