Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

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

Straight up is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas
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?) better break North
Before we get the four pounders, and take face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, us and knock us
And killer coppers, even come in helicopters
I a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill and spot runners
Thinking it can't til I, trap em and clap em
And em done, won't even run about Gods
I believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, got me under pressure

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

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not legal type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street
Who's always on the corner, rolling up
When I dress, never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned
Love committing and my friends sell crack
This raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but fake niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
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 with black
Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and

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

No see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict with MC
the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to wake up 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 in a flash just like the next man
a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but fuck the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get too
With Swoop, Hakim, my Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the
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!