Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich who flash and floss
some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our we risk
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my and alias
Various calls made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out young and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before walk 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 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 know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!

[Verse 2 - 50
niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come 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 of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint
how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next
Next crib, next Benz, bitch, next bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
your 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 on it, loc put your 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
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

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

How bout that, guns bust off, I 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
When we around da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get
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 Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your block up.

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