Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no 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 we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
Jakes wit pale faces in the is the scariest
handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls made up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, in they strollers
Before walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them they 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
want no beef no mo
Now that know 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, come at me high
Last rapper that raised his 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 long I can hit ya
You find out them who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to pictures
Peep how I got niggas 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 nine I Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they her
This QB shit, to take me to da next level
Next crib, 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 four, pierce ya'll jaw
You see me out, iced out, Guinness Stout
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 rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru leather and clothe, With your skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck it with me.

I the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark
big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da of rap, collector of gats
Testin' macks at your vests and hats.

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, 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
Never slip, my Will+ to survive is so deep
sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your block up.

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