Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Straight up shit is and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, blast, niggas tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad
Who care, guzzling beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They break North
Before we get the four pounders, and take their off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and us
And killer coppers, even come in helicopters
I drink a vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners
Thinking it can't til I, trap em and clap em
And leave em done, won't run about Gods
I don't believe in none of shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street
a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana street dweller
always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing less than
be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my friends sell
This raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never the shit from day one
Cause life shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts
So I my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
The type of who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the game
Used to sport Bally's and with black frames
Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, is what it's about
the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante the Real Roxxane
I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the
day's a different plan that had us running from cops
If it hanging out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the factory, breaking the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a grand
Could use a gun Son, but fuck the wanted man
But if I hit bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the to get live too
Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never it
It's brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nough to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!