Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

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

Straight up shit is real and any day could be your in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, blast, niggas tumble
The corners is the hot spot, of mad criminals
Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They break North
Before we get the four pounders, and take their 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 come through in
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and runners
Thinking it can't happen til I, em and clap em
And leave em done, even run about Gods
I don't in none of that shit, your 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 legal type of
Moet drinking, smoking street dweller
always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned
Love committing sins and my friends sell
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my
The school drop-out, never the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab
So I guzzle my Hennesey pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissing in your
Somehow the rap reminds me of the crack game
to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and
Fly new and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

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

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's
the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the
Every day's a different that had us running from cops
If it hanging out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, breaking the
Nowadays, I need the green in a just like the next man
Fuck a God, let me see a hundred 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 call the to get live too
With Swoop, Hakim, my Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your 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!