Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Straight up shit is real and any day be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad
Who care, guzzling beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) better break North
Before we get the pounders, and take their face off
The is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and us
And killer coppers, come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot
Thinking it can't happen til I, em and clap em
And em done, won't even run about Gods
I don't believe in of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me pressure

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street
Who's always on the corner, up blessed
When I dress, it's never less than Guess
Cold be with a bop and my hat turned back
Love sins and my friends sell crack
This raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the from day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator
The type of who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and
Fly new chicks and new kicks, and Beck's

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is it's about
Before the BDP with MC Shan
Around the time Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block
day's a different plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash like the next man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred
use a gun Son, but fuck being the wanted man
But if I hit bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the to get live too
Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll stop it
your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One

ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!