Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

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

Yo them that wanted beef before
Don't no beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, get ya
On da strength of da inf, from range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to ya
how I use words 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, Jackson
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, 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, pierce 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 hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots thru your and clothe, With your skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck it with me.

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

How bout that, guns bust off, I bust
trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, a muhfuckin' 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 can't around ya'll get dropped
When pop, who's tellin'
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 survive is so
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your block up.

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