Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs up north
on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we bring them back with songs like dis
Old on us chillin' 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 is the scariest
handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
Turnin' out lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the talk
It's in the air of New
So pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and guns come out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them that wanted beef before
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 sober 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 gone get you, get ya
On da strength of da inf, from range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya even wit ya
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a I call 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
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, ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I 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
Shine scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots thru your and clothe, With your skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck it with me.

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

How that, guns bust off, I bust back
When backfire, I bust back
How bout that, a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
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
When pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight
Never slip, my +Ill to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your block up.

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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!!