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 up north
on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back songs like 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 faces in the night is the scariest
handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis we call home
fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted beef
want 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 up before ya'll speak to me, don't come 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 strength of da inf, long range I can hit ya
You out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
da gem stars split ya, you need 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 name up in the law book, Jackson
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name
Two niggas went to see Allah afta seen her
QB shit, bout 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 fuck 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 with two, I left for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for rap cats, fish held 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 skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da want it with me.

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

How bout that, guns bust off, I bust
When trucks backfire, I back
How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur
Ya'll niggas gangsta 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
guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot block up.

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