Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and
some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
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, in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
They handcuff me, they my government and alias
calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who
Turnin' out young lady's and make make thoughties
Got them coked out, the is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they
they walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
Fist fight till we grown and these 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!!! (repeat)

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me
Last that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm get you, I'ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't wit ya
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint
Peep how I got niggas with bodies me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so I nickname gats
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
that 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, out, Guinness Stout
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, 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 whatever get
Shots thru your leather and clothe, your skelly off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck it with me.

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

How that, guns bust off, I bust back
trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, stomp a rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come da front, stop.

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

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Them niggas that war before
want no war no mo
Now that know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)