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 them back with like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our we risk
How it use to be, morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit faces in the night is the scariest
handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out young and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the is bugged out
Thug babies, in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

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

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't 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 strength of da inf, from long 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 niggas with bodies askin' me for ten 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 I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next
crib, next 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 out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held gats
wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your and clothe, With your skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck it with 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 vests and hats.

How bout that, guns off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I back
How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur
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 nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight
slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot block up.

2]
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!!