Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[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 them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us wit da old time click
nines, thoughts of death, not our lives 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
Various calls were up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is out
Thug babies, famous in they
Before they walk they the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
Fist till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that wanted beef
want no beef no mo
Now they 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 rapper that raised his voice to me, got 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 them niggas who wit ya 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 with askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Jackson
for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they her
QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, bezel.
It's real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll jaw
You see me thugged out, out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your off
ya'll clowns off
Yo tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.

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

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

Uh huh, can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB WHAT
felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to is so deep
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot 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!!