Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and
Pour liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we could bring them back songs like dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
They me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who
Turnin' out lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the talk
It's in the air of New
So pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these guns out
Circle of life, it's deep how we end out.

Yo them that wanted beef before
Don't no beef no mo
Now they know 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 rapper that 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, from long I can hit ya
You out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use to paint pictures
Peep how I got with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis
Known for creatin' action, by clappin'
Nigga I strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen 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 fuck war
I got a four four, ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Stout
out the Range 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
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, your skelly off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

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

How bout that, guns off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I bust
How that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
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 ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, who's
barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, to da dome
a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your block up.

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