Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

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

Straight up shit is real and any day could be last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, tumble
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 pounders, and take their face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, us and knock us
And killer coppers, come through 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 happen til I, em and clap em
And leave em done, won't run about Gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the corner
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me pressure

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
Who's always on the corner, rolling up
When I dress, it's nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned
Love committing and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the shit day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress fake and crab stunts
So I my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissing in elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack
Used to sport Bally's and with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and
Fly new chicks and new kicks, and Beck's

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

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what about
the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Roxxane
I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the
Every 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 the green in a flash just like the next man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred
Could use a gun Son, but being the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the to get live too
Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never 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!