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! 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 Boys]
My niggaz run 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 deep (30 deep) we the block (bleed the block)
We milk the Ave. for damn 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 bitch and tear the up
What it do? it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the in the trunk
For the thugs and the broads with the G-string
up in straight break it all off (break it all off)
Where the big dawgs at? city or set ya claim?
Fame, X.O., several of champagne
Hustlers in the game maintain, lost ya chain
outta control, we so (so cold)
I'm on level (another level)
Went up with the devil (with the devil)
I been 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 city playboy (what's yo city?) mine
Vallejo! all I yell (that's all I yell)
of yea' 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 from my house 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?
it be the way that Petey Petey (RIIDE!) for my niggaz?
Showin niggaz (love) raise up motherfucker!
You need to be down pullin yo God-damn shirt up, that's love!
Wherever you live, wherever you from, you call your home
you lay yo' God-damn Kangol down motherfucker!
Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, that butter
Wherever yo' ass got lots of fat for all that trunk
Y'all don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin
I took a unknown piece (and planted) a God-damn flag!
Say I didn't (DID!) motherfucker I'd die for
I done my God-damn thang, I my folks in this somma bitch
Hot Atlanta! The Bay Area!
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise (noise!) with Lil' Jon & The Eastside
(Boys!) Y'all niggaz don't no shit (shit) with E-40 & The Click
(The Click) And you can say whatchu homeboy
(homeboy) always be the one that ill!

[Hook: 2X + 2]

B]
From the land of the trill, where the real
And yo man'll be or at least branded, God-damnit we ill
More horror "Amityville", no sorrow; hand me the steel
Your tomorrow I can't even feel - oughta be plannin ya
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 bout shoppin and style
This syrup and candy paint, you see us choppin for miles
Out the black and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if they yo' flax
You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks and you'll crack-back yo'
Hold up, they got game to ya, from drugs to paraphenalia
Gun never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya

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

[Hook + 2]