Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs up north
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only we could bring them back with songs like dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our 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 government and
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who
Turnin' out young and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these come out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted beef
Don't no beef no mo
Now that know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll 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 get you, I'ma 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 stars split ya, you an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint
Peep how I got niggas with bodies me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by clappin'
Nigga I strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta seen her
This QB shit, 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, pierce niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, 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, held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
Shine don't on it, I make your 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 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 Sasquash of rap, of gats
Testin' macks at bulletproof vests and hats.

How that, guns bust 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 come 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
Two-time felon, to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight
slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and shot your block up.

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Them niggas wanted war before
want no war no mo
Now that know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)