Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

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

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

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before speak 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 out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to pictures
how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
Nigga I strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck war
I got a four four, pierce niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
Smack 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, held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
Shine don't on it, I make 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 fuck want it me.

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

How bout that, bust off, I bust back
When backfire, I bust back
How that, stomp 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 barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB WHAT
felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
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' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse your block up.

2]
Them niggas that war before
want no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!