Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who and floss
Pour liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we
How it use to be, early morn, in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
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, get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young and make them make thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before walk they knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' like they own, in dis hood we call home
fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

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

[Verse 2 - 50
niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, get ya
On da strength of da inf, from 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
Peep how I use words to paint
Peep how I got niggas with askin' 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 I nickname gats
Got a I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It's real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Stout
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I 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 your on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With skelly off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da want it with me.

I mastered the art of slap boxin' in da dark
big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da of rap, collector of gats
macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get
When guns pop, who's
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB WHAT
Two-time felon, to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse your block up.

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Them niggas that wanted war
Don't no war no mo
Now that they who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!