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 trapped up
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
nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pale in the night is the scariest
handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood
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 guns come out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

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

[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 strength of da inf, long range I can hit ya
You find out them who wit ya ain't even wit ya
da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use to paint pictures
Peep how I got with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they her
This QB shit, bout to 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 four, pierce ya'll jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Stout
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish back 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
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips will flood jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da want it with me.

I mastered the art of slap niggas in da dark
big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of
Testin' macks at your bulletproof and hats.

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

Uh huh, can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin nines wavin' 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
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your block up.

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