Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da ones who flash and floss
Pour some out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no exist
wishin' we could 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, morn, pumpin' 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, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before they walk knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' like they own, in dis hood we call home
fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

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

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper raised his voice to me, got japped 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 find out them niggas who wit ya even wit ya
da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint
Peep how I got with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so I nickname 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 next
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
your 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, held back gats
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck it with me.

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

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't around ya'll get dropped
When pop, who's tellin'
barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, to da dome
a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to is so deep
sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot block up.

2]
Them niggas that war before
want no war no mo
Now that know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)