Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up
Reminisce on the deceased who no exist
Only wishin' we could bring them with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old click
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 handcuff me, they my government and alias
Various calls were up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, in they strollers
Before they walk they the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
Fist fight till we grown and these guns out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

Yo niggas that wanted 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 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 strength of da inf, long range I can hit ya
You find out niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a I name Nina
Two went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da 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, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Stout
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
your 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 on it, loc put your cream on it
don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With skelly off
Break clowns off
Yo hollow tips flood your jacket, I don't give 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, of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, of gats
macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.

How bout that, guns off, I bust back
When backfire, I bust back
How bout that, a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like and the Pussycats
we come 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 NIGGA
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, to da dome
Send a back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to is so deep
sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your block up.

2]
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)