Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da ones who flash and floss
Pour liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
Holdin' nines, of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my and alias
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before they walk knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
them 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 they know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got 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 find out them who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you an MD to stitch ya
how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by clappin'
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 seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da level
Next crib, next Benz, bitch, next bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, out, Guinness Stout
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 rap cats, fish held back gats
wit a beam 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 leather and clothe, With your off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da want it with me.

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

How bout that, bust off, I bust back
When backfire, I bust back
How that, stomp 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 fuck around ya'll get dropped
When pop, who's tellin'
barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your up.

2]
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!!