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 trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they my government and alias
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who
Turnin' out young lady's and make them thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk 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 come out
Circle of life, it's deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted beef
Don't no beef no mo
Now that know who I rep with
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
rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped 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 niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to pictures
how I got niggas with bodies askin' 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 tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da level
Next crib, next Benz, bitch, next bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four, pierce 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 on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

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

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

Uh huh, can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, who's
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB WHAT
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, cousin to death, 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 know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)