Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and
some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we
How it use to be, morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit 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 by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, 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 own, in dis hood we call home
fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo them niggas wanted beef before
Don't want no 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 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, from long I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to ya
Peep how I use to paint 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
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah they seen her
This QB shit, bout to 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 wanna war
I got a four four, pierce niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I 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 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 clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

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

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't around ya'll get dropped
When pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go home
slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot block up.

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