Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

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

Straight up shit is real and any day could be last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas
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 better break
Before we get the four pounders, and take their off
The streets is filled undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a for
The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners
Thinking it can't happen til I, trap em and em
And leave em done, won't even run about
I don't believe in of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the corner
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, got me under pressure

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

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

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

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's
Before the BDP conflict with MC
Around the time when dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to up every morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us running cops
If it wasn't hanging out in front of spots
We was at the candy factory, the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just the next man
Fuck a God, let me see a hundred 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
With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the
Mike'll it, Mayo, you count the profit
My is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One

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