Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and
Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up
on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring back with 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, early morn, pumpin' in
Jakes wit faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, knew my government and alias
Various calls were up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they
Before they walk they knew the talk
It's in the air of New
So pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we home
fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted beef
want no beef no mo
Now they 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 speak to me, don't at me high
Last 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 range I can hit ya
You out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to ya
how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got with 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 stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah they seen her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, bitch, next bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was hit him with two, I left 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 cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I 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
big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of
Testin' macks at your vests and hats.

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get
When guns pop, tellin'
Twin barrel wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so
Can't sleep, cousin to death, me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your 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)