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 we could bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we
How it use to be, morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
They handcuff me, they knew my government and
Various calls made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, famous in 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 they own, in dis hood we home
Fist fight till we grown and guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo them that wanted beef before
Don't want no no mo
Now that they 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 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 ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Jackson
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta seen her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, bitch, next bezel.
It's real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held gats
wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck it with me.

I the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark
QB's big man, of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, of gats
Testin' at your bulletproof vests and hats.

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

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