Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only 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, morn, pumpin' in shifts
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they my government and alias
Various were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and them make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before they they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo them niggas wanted beef before
Don't 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 speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper 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, long range I can hit ya
You out them niggas who wit ya ain't 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
my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da 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 four, pierce niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Stout
Hopin' out the 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 back
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't a fuck who you be
Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.

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

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

Uh huh, ya'll fuck around ya'll get dropped
guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin nines wavin' 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 Will+ to survive is so
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse your block up.

2]
Them niggas that war before
want no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!