Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who and floss
some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
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
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
they walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
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, kinda deep how we end out.

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

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, get ya
On da strength of da inf, from long I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't 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 name up in the law book, Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a tech I call Tina, a I name Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to me to da next level
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Stout
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
your man down, you ran off
I was hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got for these rap cats, fish held back gats
wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

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

Uh huh, ya'll fuck around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, who's
Twin nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse your block up.

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