Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep Wit

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs up north
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back with 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 faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they my government and alias
calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and
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 they walk they knew the hood
in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
Fist fight till we grown and these come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted before
Don't no beef no mo
Now that they 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
rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, get ya
On da of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
how I use words to paint pictures
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 went to see Allah afta seen her
This QB shit, bout to me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, 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 niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness
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 these rap cats, fish held gats
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your and clothe, With your skelly off
ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it me.

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

How that, guns bust off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I back
How bout that, stomp a rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come da front, stop.

Uh huh, can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
When pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight
slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot block up.

2]
Them that wanted war before
Don't no war no mo
Now that they who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)