Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich who flash and floss
some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no exist
wishin' we could bring them 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 faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they my government and alias
Various calls made up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out young and make them make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they they knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these come out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

Yo niggas that wanted beef before
Don't 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 ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, 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 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 name up in the law book, Curtis
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so I nickname gats
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they her
This QB shit, to take me to da next level
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
that 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
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 somethin' for these rap cats, fish held gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da want it with me.

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

How that, guns bust 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, ya'll like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya'll can't around ya'll get dropped
guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA
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, cousin to death, makes me
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your up.

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