Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

Refrain: ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sick")
Yeah, Big L is the to represent.

Verse Big L

Yo, on the mic is Big L, that brother who flavs, God.
Known for sendin' MCs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a
step to and get an ass-whoopin' like Rodney King got.
Or get to your death like Cochise,
my is no peace, fuck the police.
MCs get braggin' about cash collect,
but them chumps is Ray Charles,
'cause they seen no money yet.
rappers I tax and spark,
I be wettin' niggas up like water rides at Park.
A nigga stuck me, and that ain't son,
so I got gun, they wet him and his honey bun.
'cause phony faggots I froze, a fact,
I flip fast on foes with fabulous flows.
L is the rebel type, I'm rough as a pipe,
fuck a Benz, 'cause I pull skins on a pedal-bike.
Props, I got the most, no MC close,coast-to-coast,
I host, foes I roast, adios, I'm ghost...

Verse Two:

Yo, street ? in New is a place this nigga stands
with a I'm a crazy Eddie Scissorhands.
Born with such a to kill,
I can tap 200 from a $50 bill.
Cuttin' bitch-niggas with a hundred pound axe
like I was by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' MCs trees,
piece-by-piece cabins.
I'm a maniac magician, cadabra,
pain appear 'cause I'm-a grab arusty chain to make a noose
to choke your ass so hard, you're fuckin' Adam's Apple juice.
So come the magic show by Deshawn,
and witness the way I put you to death a magic wand.
your home to a casket,
turn your into a widow and your son into a bastard.
I love to keep MCs sufferin',
beggin' for big, heavy of Bufferin.
Baseball 'em, splattin' 'em,
so many homicide records, my cases platinum.
D'Shawn is
for givin' out head cracks without touchin' dice.
Just pain and punishment from the Down Bronxter...
D'Shawn the maniac mobster.

Verse Lord Finesse

the F-I-N-E-double-S-E,
don't or stress me
Cause that don't impress me
I make off the shit I create, and then dictate
So get your shit straight
I got skills and I'm to kill,
So y'all bitch-ass rappes chill and just guard your grill
You grab a mic and always get
Talkin fuckin niggaz up
When you can bearly beat your right
So stop ridin my
cause I can still the ill shit on the motherfuckin real tip
Hit Foreman when I'm brawlin
Those who think I'm fallin, I'll play your monkey-ass like a
I got crazy in the city noid
Got mad bitches, but it's not cause I'm a pretty-boy
I'm ruthless, I'm not on that tip
shit played out with that Beat Street/Electric Boogie shit
I'll stomp any that you ???
if they ass is weak, better chill and grab a seat
And go 'head with master plan
Stevie Wonder probably see me 'fore half you can
You can't hang and fallin fast
You that's trash better dash and start haulin ass
I'm out to rag shit
Fuck up a show, collect my
and step off a bad bitch
Spectators have the best time
When come to a show and hear a funky Lord Finesse rhyme
I'm out to get bigger, lounge and make figures
You'll never catch Finesse associating with niggaz
I overtime when it's time to go for mine
Crab-ass rappers, don't even front 'cause ya'll know the
So it's for me to step
to Showbiz and AG and I'm off to the left

Verse AG

Check-check-check it. A to the G is gonna it.
On stage, on my record, so nigga don't it.
I'm the man. The is on my right hand.
(His is Show nitwit, so get wit the program)
I get a hit my buddha blessed.
my hat to the back, now let's see who's the best.
I like my fat, never ever flat.
Niggas jack, my .45 ain't havin' that.
Hoes get no dough, so why
Think it's gonna be a hit 'n' Wrong, it's a drive-by.
Niggas catchin' tantrums,because your girl's safe around
the Phantom.
They I'm-a fall;
they be down with Michael Jackson 'cause that shit is Off The Wall.
You don't believe me, ask brother Show:
hotties, grabbin' hotties, lettin' mothafuckers know.
You come if you don't come strong...
YOU CATCH WRECK! Mothafucker, I made the song.
Styles will vary, won't carry over.
Don't fuck no Devil, I'd rather marry Oprah.
Yeah, you got it, I'm pro-black,
and my are so phat, I pay my dues, I don't owe jack.
You bite my style, I can it.
Tryin' hard to get it,
you can it, because you don't got it.
And my are excellent.Diggin' in the Crates
and time to Represent!