Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no exist
Only wishin' we bring them back with songs 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, in shifts
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make
Got them coked out, the hood is out
babies, famous in they strollers
Before 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 we grown and these guns come out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them that wanted beef before
want no beef no mo
Now that they who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, get ya
On da of da inf, from 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
how I use words 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, Jackson
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next
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, pierce ya'll 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 left for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish back gats
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow tips flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da want 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, of gats
Testin' macks at your vests and hats.

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around get dropped
When pop, who's tellin'
Twin nines wavin' 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 Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse your block up.

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