Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs 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, in shifts
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and
Various calls made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
out young lady's and make them make 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 everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
fight till 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 they know who I rep with
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 rapper that raised his 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 out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to ya
Peep how I use words to pictures
how I got niggas with bodies askin' 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 much I nickname
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, bitch, next bezel.
It's real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, pierce niggas jaw
You see me out, iced out, Guinness 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, fish held back
wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.

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

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck ya'll get dropped
guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight
slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot block up.

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