Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich who flash and floss
Pour some out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
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 and alias
calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
Turnin' out lady's and make them make thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood
in the air of New York
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
Fist fight till we grown and these come out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted beef
want no beef no mo
Now that know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
rapper 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 strength of da inf, from long I can hit ya
You find out 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
how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, bitch, next bezel.
It's real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll jaw
You see me out, iced out, Guinness Stout
out the Range 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, held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your on it
don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips will your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.

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

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around get dropped
When guns pop, who's
Twin barrel wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your up.

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