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 trapped up
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them with songs like dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
Jakes wit pale in the night is the scariest
They 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 thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they
Before they walk they knew the talk
It's in the air of New
So pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we home
Fist fight till we grown and these come out
Circle of life, it's deep how we end out.

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

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't 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 range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint
Peep how I got niggas with 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 gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a I name Nina
Two niggas to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da level
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck 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
your 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, 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 whatever get
Shots thru leather 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 it with me.

I the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark
QB's big man, of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of
Testin' macks at your bulletproof and hats.

How bout that, guns off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I back
How bout that, a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come da front, stop.

Uh huh, can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
When pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go home
Never slip, my +Ill to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot 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!!