Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
They handcuff me, they knew my government and
Various were made 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 them make thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, in they strollers
Before they they knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis we call home
fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted beef
Don't no beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep
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 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 niggas who wit ya even wit ya
After da gem stars ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah 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 niggas 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 with two, I left 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
Shine scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your and clothe, With your skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck it with me.

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, who's
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 Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse your block up.

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