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 is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who don't care, beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break
we get the four pounders, and take their 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 drink a little vodka, spark a L and a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot
Thinking it can't happen til I, em and clap em
And leave em done, even run about Gods
I believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
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 me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinking, smoking street dweller
Who's on the corner, rolling up blessed
I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking a bop and my hat turned back
Love sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the from day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab
So I my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator
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 into fat chains, sex and
Fly new chicks and new kicks, and Beck's

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

No doubt; see my, are fat, this is what it's about
Before the BDP with MC Shan
Around the time Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to wake up every morning, see my on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us running from
If it wasn't hanging out in front of spots
We was at the candy factory, the locks
Nowadays, I the green in a flash just like the next man
a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the 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 Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
chop it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never it
It's brain 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!