Luyện nghe bài hát Rep Yo City

[Hook: Jon + (Petey Pablo) - 2X]
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Fuck shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)

[Hook 2: Lil' Jon & The Eastside
My run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run bitch! Nah hoe!
My run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run bitch! Nah hoe!

Jon - 2X]
Cut motherfucker, go bad go hard!
In the motherfucker, go bad go hard!
In the motherfucker, go bad go hard!
it up motherfucker, go bad go hard!

We 30 (30 deep) we bleed the block (bleed the block)
We the Ave. for damn near e'rythang the Ave. got (Ave. got)
We do the (do the fools) we act a nut (act a nut)
We set it off up in this and tear the club up
it do? What it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the in the trunk
For the thugs and the with the G-string drawers
up in here straight it all off (break it all off)
Where the big dawgs at? What or set ya claim?
Fame, X.O., several of champagne
Hustlers in the tryna maintain, lost ya chain
outta control, we so (so cold)
I'm on another (another level)
Went head up with the (with the devil)
I never been a (been a sucka)
I always been a (been a rebel)
What's your stompin (stompin ground)
What you from? (turf you from)
What's you playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1
Vallejo! all I yell (that's all I yell)
Speakin of yea' I hope I never have to go back to llello (slangin llello)
We fuckin around (fuckin around) like my out there in Oak Cliff D-Town
Puttin it down from my house all the way to yo'
back to the south!

[Hook: 2X + 2]

Pablo]
Could it be the way that I be (WHYYY!) for my niggaz?
Could it be the way that Petey (RIIDE!) for my niggaz?
niggaz love (love) raise up motherfucker!
You need to be down pullin yo God-damn shirt up, that's love!
Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your
Wherever you lay yo' God-damn Kangol motherfucker!
Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, that butter
yo' ass got lots of fat for all that God-damn trunk
Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of Petey be sayin
I took a piece land (and planted) a God-damn flag!
Say I didn't (DID!) I'd die for this
I done my God-damn thang, I brought my folks in somma bitch
Hot Atlanta! The Bay Area!
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise (noise!) with Jon & The Eastside Boys
(Boys!) Y'all don't want no shit (shit) with E-40 & The Click
(The Click) And you can say whatchu want
(homeboy) always be the one that ill!

[Hook: 2X + 2]

B]
From the land of the trill, the vanity's real
And yo man'll be peeled or at branded, God-damnit we ill
More horror "Amityville", no sorrow; hand me the steel
Your tomorrow I can't feel - oughta be plannin ya will
UGK dropped in a while, but still we stoppin ya smile
Keepin boppers in file, standin on top of the
And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't shoppin and style
bout syrup and candy paint, you see us choppin for miles
Out the and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if they take yo' flax
get smacked for your packs, paper stacks and you'll crack-back yo' back
Hold up, they got game to sell ya, drugs to paraphenalia
Gun that'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll ya

Memph', Tenn representer (uhh) Orange nigga (yeah)
of the south, legendary rhyme spitter (uh-huh)
From to Mississippi, deep off in the woods (uhh)
From to M-I-A, deep off in the hood (yeah)
Twankies on (yeah) money-makin sluts (what)
You if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks
Dogs in the yard (yeah) pistol on the (uhh)
Sticky up for them blunt monkey freaks
My Earl hollered (whassup) big Ball got it poppin (that's right)
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and it
For all my dawgs who it G and keep it crunk
yo' city, let 'em know where you from

[Hook + 2]