Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da ones who flash and floss
some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
Holdin' nines, of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and
Various were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, famous in they
they 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 call
Fist fight till we and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo niggas that wanted beef before
Don't want no no mo
Now that they know who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't at me high
Last rapper that his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm get you, I'ma 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 need an MD to ya
Peep how I use words to pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies me for ten cents to got hit ya
my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for action, by rapidly 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 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, 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 some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, held back gats
wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't a fuck who you be
Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.

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

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

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

2]
Them that wanted war before
Don't no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)