Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

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

Straight up shit is real and any day be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad
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 with undercovers, homicide brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and us
And killer coppers, even through in helicopters
I a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill and spot runners
Thinking it happen til I, trap em and clap em
And leave em done, won't even run about
I don't believe in none of shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the corner
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, got me under pressure

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

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal 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 with a bop and my hat turned back
Love sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my
The school drop-out, never liked the from day one
Cause life ain't but stress fake niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad
The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator
The type of who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap 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, Heine's and

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

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what about
Before the BDP conflict with MC
Around the time when Shante dissed the Roxxane
I used to wake up morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us 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 just the next man
Fuck a God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the man
But if I hit bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam
call the crew to get live too
With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the
My shit is on the streets, this way the 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!