Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my 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, morn, pumpin' in shifts
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and
Various calls made up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, in they strollers
they walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
Fist fight till we grown and these guns out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

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

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got in da eye
Now if I say I'm get you, I'ma get ya
On da of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya even wit ya
After da gem stars ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint
Peep how I got niggas bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two niggas to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, to take me to da next level
crib, next 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 out, iced out, Guinness Stout
out the Range 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 somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, your skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

I mastered the art of slap niggas in da dark
QB's big man, of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, of gats
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 gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
we come around da front, stop.

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

2]
Them niggas wanted war before
want no war no mo
Now that they who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)