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 deceased who no exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back songs like dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, morn, pumpin' in shifts
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make
Got them coked out, the hood is out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood
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 grown and these guns out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

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

[Verse 2 - 50
niggas better sober up before ya'll speak 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 gone get you, 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
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint
Peep how I got niggas with askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by clappin'
I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It's 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
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 for these rap cats, fish held 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
ya'll clowns 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 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 your bulletproof and hats.

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

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

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