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 deceased who no longer
Only we could bring 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, in shifts
Jakes wit pale in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my and alias
calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they
Before they walk knew the hood talk
in the air of New York
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis we call home
Fist till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda how we end out.

Yo them that wanted beef before
Don't want no no mo
Now they know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me
Last rapper that raised his to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm get you, I'ma 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 stars split ya, you an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use 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 I nickname gats
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta 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
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 for these rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da want it with me.

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

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck ya'll get dropped
When pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
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 survive is so
Can't sleep, to death, makes me weak
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse your block up.

2]
Them niggas that wanted war
want no war no mo
Now that know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!