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, blast, niggas tumble
The corners is the hot spot, of mad criminals
Who don't care, beers, we all stare
At the (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North
Before we get the four pounders, and take face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, us and knock us
And killer coppers, even through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot
Thinking it can't til I, trap em and clap em
And leave em done, won't even run Gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are
Nas is a of the street corner
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me pressure

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

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of
drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
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 back
Love sins and my friends sell 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 nigga who be pissing in elevator
Somehow the rap reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's black frames
Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

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

No doubt; see my, are fat, this is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Roxxane
I used to wake up morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the factory, breaking the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash like the next man
Fuck a God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but being the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom then be the Son of Sam
call the crew to get live 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 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!