Luyện nghe bài hát Rep Your City - Bun B

[Hook: Jon + (Petey Pablo) - 2X]
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Fuck 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 niggaz run bitch! Nah hoe!
My run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My run this 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 the block (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 bitch and the club up
What it do? What it is pimp
We got a car with the cups in the
For the thugs and the broads with the drawers
up in straight break 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 game tryna maintain, lost ya
control, we so cold (so cold)
I'm on level (another level)
head up with the devil (with the devil)
I never a sucka (been a sucka)
I been a rebel (been a rebel)
your stompin ground? (stompin ground)
What turf you (turf you from)
What's you playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1
Vallejo! That's all I (that's all I yell)
Speakin of I hope I never have to go back to slangin llello (slangin llello)
We fuckin (fuckin around) like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff D-Town
Puttin it down from my house all the way to yo'
to the fuckin south!

[Hook: 2X + 2]

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

[Hook: 2X + 2]

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

Memph', Tenn representer (uhh) Mile nigga (yeah)
Symbol of the south, legendary spitter (uh-huh)
From Memphis to Mississippi, 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
Dogs in the yard (yeah) on the seat (uhh)
rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks
My Earl hollered (whassup) big Ball got it poppin (that's right)
Smoked me a couple, hit the and dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it
yo' city, let 'em know where you from

[Hook + 2]