Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da ones who flash and floss
Pour liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back with like dis
Old flicks on us wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
Jakes wit faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and
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 them thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So pick 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 beef
Don't no beef no mo
Now that know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got 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 them niggas who wit ya ain't wit ya
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten to got hit ya
my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I gats
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta 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 fuck war
I got a four four, pierce niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
Hopin' out the 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, fish held gats
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine scheme on it, I make your dream 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 fuck want it me.

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

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

Uh huh, can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
When pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight
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, Jungle and Horse shot block up.

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