Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up
Reminisce on the deceased who no exist
Only wishin' we could bring them with songs like dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
nines, thoughts 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 my government and alias
Various calls were up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out young and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, famous in they
Before they walk they knew the hood
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis we call home
Fist fight till we grown and guns come out
Circle of life, it's deep how we end out.

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

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped 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 niggas who wit ya ain't 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 name up in the law book, Curtis
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so I nickname gats
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta seen her
This QB shit, bout to 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, pierce ya'll jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Stout
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I left for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish 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 your 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 want it with me.

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

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

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

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Them niggas wanted war before
Don't no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!