Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and
some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they my government and alias
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before they they knew the hood talk
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 till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

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

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better up before ya'll speak 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 get you, I'ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, long 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
Peep how I got niggas with bodies me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they her
This QB shit, bout to me to da next level
crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It's 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, out, Guinness Stout
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine scheme on it, I make your dream 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 it with me.

I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da
big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, of gats
Testin' macks at bulletproof 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 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
When guns pop, who's
Twin 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
sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and shot your block up.

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