Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my trapped up north
on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
nines, thoughts 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
handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them like own, in dis hood we call home
Fist till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted beef
Don't want no no mo
Now that know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me
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 strength of da inf, from long I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't wit ya
After da gem stars ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use to paint pictures
Peep how I got with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah they seen her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
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, ya'll niggas jaw
You see me out, iced out, Guinness Stout
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 for these rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream it
Forever, whatever whatever get
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
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it 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' macks at your bulletproof and hats.

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get
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 straight
Never slip, my Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your up.

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