Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich who flash and floss
some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no exist
Only wishin' we could them back with songs like dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
nines, thoughts 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 knew my and alias
Various were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
Fist fight we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's deep how we end out.

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

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before 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 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 stars 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 rapidly
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a tech I call Tina, a I name Nina
Two niggas to see Allah 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 fuck war
I got a four, pierce ya'll 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 hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo tips 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 boxin' niggas in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the
I'm da Sasquash of rap, of gats
Testin' at your bulletproof vests and hats.

How bout that, bust off, I bust back
trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, a muhfuckin' 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 can't fuck ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, who's
Twin nines wavin' 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 survive is so
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and shot your block up.

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