Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no exist
Only wishin' we bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
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 young lady's and make them thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before walk they knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

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

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that raised his 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 them niggas who wit ya even wit ya
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I gats
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, bezel.
that 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, out, Guinness 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, held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your about it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots thru leather and clothe, With 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 of rap, collector of gats
Testin' macks at your vests and hats.

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around get dropped
When guns pop, who's
barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
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
sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, and Horse 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)