Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who and floss
some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs dis
Old flicks on us wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the is the scariest
They handcuff me, knew my government and alias
Various calls were 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 make
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before they walk knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll em up, kissin 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 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 ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, get ya
On da strength of da inf, long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya 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 niggas with askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, bitch, next bezel.
It's 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 out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
your 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 back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your on it
don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With skelly off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da want it with me.

I mastered the art of boxin' niggas in da dark
big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da of rap, collector of gats
Testin' macks at your bulletproof and hats.

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

Uh huh, ya'll fuck around ya'll get dropped
guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go home
Never slip, my +Ill to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, me weak
triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your up.

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