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 trapped up
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we could bring them 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, in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
They handcuff me, they my government and alias
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they
Before they walk they the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis we call home
Fist fight till we and these guns 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 they who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll to me, don't come at me high
Last 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 strength of da inf, from long I can hit ya
You out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint
how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta seen her
This QB shit, to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
out the Range 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
wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your off
Break ya'll off
Yo tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da want it with me.

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

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

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

2]
Them niggas that wanted war
Don't no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)