Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we bring them back 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, in shifts
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They 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, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
Turnin' out lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the is bugged out
Thug babies, in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood
It's in the air of New
So pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

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

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up ya'll speak 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 get you, I'ma get ya
On da of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you 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
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, bezel.
It's real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck war
I got a four four, ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack 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 about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
ya'll clowns 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, collector of
Testin' macks at bulletproof vests and hats.

How bout that, guns bust off, I bust
trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we around da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around get dropped
When pop, who's tellin'
barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da
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' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse your 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!!