Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who and floss
Pour some out to my dogs 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, of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit pale in the night is the scariest
They me, they knew my government and alias
Various were 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, famous in they
Before they walk knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and guns come out
of life, it's kinda 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 niggas sober up before ya'll 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 of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out them who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis
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 to see Allah afta they seen her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, pierce niggas jaw
You see me out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
your 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, held back gats
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll 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 mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da
big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of
macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.

How that, guns bust off, I bust back
When backfire, I bust back
How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur
Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, click like Josey and the Pussycats
we come around 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
Two-time felon, 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
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your block up.

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