Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da ones who flash and floss
Pour liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we could bring them back with like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
Holdin' nines, of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
They me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls made up for awarin' 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 thoughties
Got them coked out, the is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before they they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we and these guns come out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted beef
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 better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't at me high
Last rapper that 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
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to 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 I nickname gats
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to 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 four, pierce 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 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
wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips flood your 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 niggas in da dark
QB's big man, of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of
Testin' macks at bulletproof vests and hats.

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

Uh huh, ya'll fuck 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 Will+ to survive is so deep
sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your up.

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