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 trapped up north
on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
Holdin' nines, of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the is the scariest
They me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they
Before they walk knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So pick 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 deep how we end out.

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

2 - 50 Cent]
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 gone get you, 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 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 tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, to take 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 wanna war
I got a four, pierce ya'll 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, fish held 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 whatever get
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a who you be
Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.

I the art of slap boxin' niggas 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 bust off, I bust
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
we come around da front, stop.

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

2]
Them niggas wanted war before
Don't no war no mo
Now that know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!