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 deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs 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 faces in the night is the
handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make make thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before walk they knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis we call home
fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

Yo niggas that wanted beef before
Don't no beef no mo
Now that they who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last that raised 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 stars split ya, you an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two niggas went to see afta they seen her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next 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 out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I left for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held gats
wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck it with me.

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

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

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

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Them that wanted war before
want no war no mo
Now that they who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!