Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs up north
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
Holdin' nines, of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they my government and alias
Various were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans 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, in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted beef
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, 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 of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out them 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 bodies askin' me for ten 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 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, Benz, next bitch, next 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, out, Guinness Stout
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 held back
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
Shots thru your and clothe, With your skelly off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't a fuck who you be
Thug, now who da fuck want 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
Testin' macks at bulletproof vests and hats.

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

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

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