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, blast, niggas tumble
The is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who care, guzzling beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They break North
we get the four pounders, and take their face off
The streets is filled undercovers, homicide 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 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, your facts are
Nas is a of the street corner
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, marijuana smoking dweller
Who's on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat back
committing sins and my friends sell crack
This raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, liked the shit from 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 of nigga who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's 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, are fat, this is what it's about
the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the when Shante 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 wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine
We was at the candy factory, 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 fuck the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then the crew to get live too
With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the
Mike'll it, Mayo, you count the profit
My is on the streets, this 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!