Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and
Pour liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the who no longer 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 we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
Jakes wit pale faces in the is the scariest
They handcuff me, knew my government and alias
Various calls made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

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

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, come at me high
Last rapper raised his voice to me, got japped 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 them niggas who wit ya even wit ya
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies 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 much I gats
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah they seen her
This QB shit, to take me to da next level
crib, next Benz, next 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, 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
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With skelly off
Break 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
QB's big man, Horse of the
I'm da of rap, collector of gats
Testin' at your bulletproof vests and hats.

How bout that, guns bust off, I back
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 come da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around get dropped
guns 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 Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse 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!! (repeat)