Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

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

Straight up shit is 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, full of mad
Who don't care, beers, we all stare
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 undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and us
And killer coppers, even come in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners
Thinking it can't happen til I, trap em and em
And leave em done, won't run about Gods
I don't believe in of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a of the street corner
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under

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

Yo, they me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street
always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing than Guess
be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my friends crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the 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
the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to Bally's and Gazelle's with 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 about
Before the BDP with MC Shan
Around the when 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 front of cocaine
We was at the candy factory, the locks
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 fuck the wanted man
But if I hit rock then 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 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 and thugs
'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One

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