Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and
Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up
Reminisce on the deceased who no exist
Only wishin' we could them back with songs like dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
Jakes wit faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, knew my government and alias
calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
Turnin' out lady's and make them 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
them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's deep how we end out.

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

[Verse 2 - 50
Ya'll niggas better sober up before 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 gone get you, get ya
On da strength of da inf, long range I can hit ya
You find out them who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint
Peep how I got niggas bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly
I stay strapped, so much 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, next Benz, bitch, next bezel.
that real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Stout
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I left for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put cream on it
don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots thru your and clothe, With your skelly off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't a fuck who you be
Thug, now who da fuck want 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, collector of
Testin' macks at bulletproof vests and hats.

How bout that, bust off, I bust back
When 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, can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
When pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da
a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill to survive is so deep
sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your block up.

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Them niggas wanted war before
Don't no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)