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! Fuck shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)

[Hook 2: Lil' Jon & The Boys]
My run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run 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 (30 deep) we bleed the block (bleed the block)
We milk the Ave. for 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 bitch and tear the up
What it do? What it is pimp
We got a car with the in the trunk
For the and the broads with the G-string drawers
up in here straight it all off (break it all off)
the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim?
Fame, X.O., several of champagne
Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, ya chain
control, we so cold (so cold)
I'm on another (another level)
Went head up the devil (with the devil)
I never 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 (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1
Vallejo! That's all I (that's all I yell)
of yea' I hope I never have to go back to slangin llello (slangin llello)
We fuckin around (fuckin around) like my out there in Oak Cliff D-Town
Puttin it from my house all the way to yo' house
back to the south!

2X + Hook 2]

[Petey
Could it be the way I be reppin (WHYYY!) for my niggaz?
Could it be the way that Petey Petey (RIIDE!) for my
Showin niggaz (love) raise up motherfucker!
You need to be reachin down yo God-damn shirt up, that's love!
Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you your home
Wherever you lay yo' God-damn down motherfucker!
you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter
Wherever yo' ass got of fat for all that God-damn trunk
niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin
I took a unknown piece land (and planted) a flag!
Say I didn't (DID!) I'd die for this
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!) 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 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 peeled or at least branded, we ill
More horror than "Amityville", no hand me the steel
tomorrow I can't even feel - oughta be plannin ya will
UGK ain't dropped in a while, but we stoppin 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
bout syrup and candy paint, you see us choppin for miles
Out the and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if they take yo' flax
You'll get smacked for your packs, stacks and you'll crack-back yo' back
Hold up, got game to sell ya, from 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 A-T-L to M-I-A, deep off in the (yeah)
Twankies on coupes (yeah) money-makin (what)
You trippin if ya ain't got on ya trucks
Dogs in the yard (yeah) pistol on the (uhh)
Sticky up for them blunt monkey freaks
My nigga hollered (whassup) big Ball got it poppin (that's right)
me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G and it crunk
yo' city, let 'em know where you from

[Hook + 2]