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! that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)

[Hook 2: Jon & The Eastside Boys]
My run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My run this 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 deep (30 deep) we bleed the (bleed the block)
We milk the Ave. for damn near 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
What it do? it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the in the trunk
For the thugs and the broads the G-string drawers
up in here break it all off (break it all off)
the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim?
Fame, X.O., several drinks of
Hustlers in the tryna maintain, lost ya chain
outta control, we so (so cold)
I'm on level (another level)
head up with the devil (with the devil)
I been a sucka (been a sucka)
I been a rebel (been a rebel)
What's stompin ground? (stompin ground)
What you from? (turf you from)
What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine
Vallejo! That's all I (that's all I yell)
Speakin of yea' I hope I never have to go back to slangin (slangin llello)
We fuckin around (fuckin around) like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff
Puttin it down from my all the way to yo' house
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 Petey Petey (RIIDE!) for my niggaz?
niggaz love (love) raise up motherfucker!
You need to be reachin down pullin yo God-damn 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, lick that
yo' ass got lots of fat for all that God-damn trunk
Y'all don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin
I a unknown piece land (and planted) a God-damn flag!
Say I (DID!) motherfucker I'd die for this
I done my thang, I brought my folks in this somma bitch
Hot Atlanta! The Bay Area!
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise (noise!) Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys
(Boys!) Y'all niggaz don't want no shit (shit) with E-40 & The
(The Click) And you can say want homeboy
(homeboy) I'll always be the one ill!

[Hook: 2X + 2]

B]
From the land of the trill, the vanity's real
And yo man'll be or at least branded, God-damnit we ill
horror than "Amityville", no sorrow; hand me the steel
Your tomorrow I can't feel - oughta be plannin ya will
UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin ya
Keepin boppers in file, standin on top of the
And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't bout and style
This bout syrup and paint, you see us choppin for miles
Out the black and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if take yo' flax
You'll get for your packs, paper stacks and you'll crack-back yo' back
up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphenalia
Gun that'll fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya

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

[Hook + 2]