Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who and floss
some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we could bring back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and
Various calls were made up for 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 them coked out, the hood is out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we and these guns come out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that 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 sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me
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 of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't 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 with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name
Two niggas went to see Allah they seen her
This QB shit, to take me to da next level
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four, pierce 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 back gats
Scope wit a 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 leather and clothe, With your skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

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

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

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