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, 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 break North
Before we get the four pounders, and take 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, even come through in
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a for
The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners
it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em
And leave em done, even run about Gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street
a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure

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

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana street dweller
always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing than Guess
Cold be with a bop and my hat turned back
Love sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it my tongue
The drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress fake and crab stunts
So I guzzle my while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
The of nigga who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the game
to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, and Beck's

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

No doubt; see my, are fat, this is what it's about
the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante the Real Roxxane
I to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the factory, breaking the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just the next man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a grand
Could use a gun Son, but being the wanted man
But if I hit rock then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then the crew to get live too
Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you 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
respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

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