Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and
Pour some out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no exist
Only wishin' we could them back with songs like dis
Old on us chillin' wit da old time click
nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pale in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and
Various were made 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 knew the hood
in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, em up
them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we and these guns come out
of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

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

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before 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 strength of da inf, long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya 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 niggas bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Jackson
Known for action, by rapidly clappin'
I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name
Two niggas went to see Allah they seen her
This QB shit, to take me to da next level
crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It's real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, 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 two, I left some 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
Shine don't scheme on it, I make dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips will 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 of rap, collector of gats
Testin' macks at your bulletproof and hats.

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

Uh huh, ya'll can't around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, who's
Twin nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go home
Never slip, my +Ill to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and shot your block up.

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