Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da ones who flash and floss
Pour some out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we could them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our we risk
How it use to be, morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
They me, they knew my government and alias
Various were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these come out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

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

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better up before 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 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 ain't wit ya
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies 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 strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to me to da next level
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 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 somethin' for these rap cats, fish back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With 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 fuck want it me.

I mastered the art of slap boxin' in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the
I'm da Sasquash of rap, of gats
macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around get dropped
When guns pop, tellin'
Twin barrel wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to is so deep
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot block up.

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