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 longer
Only wishin' we could bring them back songs like dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we
How it use to be, morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
They handcuff me, they knew my and alias
calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before they walk knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis we call home
Fist till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted before
Don't no beef no mo
Now that they who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper 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, from long 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
Peep how I use words to paint
Peep how I got with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, 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, iced out, Guinness
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
Smack 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, fish back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream 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 will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.

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

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get
When guns pop, who's
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA
felon, straight 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
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and shot your block up.

2]
Them niggas wanted war before
Don't no war no mo
Now that they who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)