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
on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the
handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make
Got them coked out, the is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in strollers
Before they walk they knew the 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 guns come out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

Yo niggas that wanted beef before
Don't no beef no mo
Now that they who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)

[Verse 2 - 50
niggas better sober 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 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
da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to pictures
Peep how I got niggas with askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
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 niggas went to see Allah they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It's real.

3 - Bravehearts] (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four, pierce ya'll niggas 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 with two, I left 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 don't on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll 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 boxin' niggas in da
QB's big man, of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, of gats
Testin' macks at your vests and hats.

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

Uh huh, ya'll fuck around ya'll get dropped
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 back, get da shells, go straight home
slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and shot your block up.

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