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 corners is the hot spot, of mad criminals
Who don't care, beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better North
Before we get the four pounders, and take face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and us
And killer coppers, come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and 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 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, marijuana smoking dweller
Who's always on the corner, up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing less than
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, liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while on mad blunts
The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissing in elevator
the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black
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
Before the BDP 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 spots
We was at the candy factory, the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash like the next man
a yard God, let me see a hundred 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 call the to get live too
With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the
chop it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll stop it
It's your on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nough to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

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