Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

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

Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the
Get on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble
The is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who don't care, beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break
Before we get the four pounders, and take face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, even through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a for
The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners
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 none of 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 of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street
Who's always on the corner, up blessed
When I dress, never nothing less than Guess
be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never the shit from day one
Cause life shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts
So I my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator
The type of who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's black frames
Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and

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

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's
Before the BDP conflict MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Roxxane
I used to up every morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in front of spots
We was at the candy factory, breaking the
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash like the next man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred
Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the man
But if I hit rock bottom I'ma be the Son of Sam
call the crew to get live too
With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the
Mike'll it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and
'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One

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