Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my trapped up north
on the deceased who no longer exist
Only we could bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make make thoughties
Got coked out, the hood 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' them like they own, in dis we call home
Fist fight we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's deep how we end out.

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

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up ya'll 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 strength of da inf, from range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to ya
Peep how I use words to paint
how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by clappin'
I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll 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, fish back gats
wit a beam 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, your skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck it with me.

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

How bout that, guns off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I bust
How bout that, stomp a rib out ur back
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
guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB WHAT
felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot 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!!