Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs up north
on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
They handcuff me, they knew my government and
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, in they strollers
they walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
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
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them that wanted beef before
want no beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas 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 get you, I'ma get ya
On da of da inf, from long range 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, Curtis
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I gats
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, to take 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, pierce ya'll 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 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
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a who you be
Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.

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

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't around ya'll get dropped
guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, to da melon, straight to da dome
a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so
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 that wanted war
want no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!