Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich who flash and floss
Pour liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we
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
calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, famous in they
Before they walk they the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
Fist fight till we grown and these guns out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo them niggas that beef before
want no beef no mo
Now that know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll 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 get you, I'ma get ya
On da of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out them who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to ya
Peep how I use to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name
Two niggas to see Allah afta they seen her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, bezel.
It's real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck war
I got a four four, 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 gonna hit him with two, I left for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, held back gats
wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, your skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da
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 bust off, I bust
When trucks backfire, I back
How bout that, stomp a 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 around ya'll get
guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da
a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my 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 your up.

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