Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

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

Straight up is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble
The is the hot spot, full 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 pounders, and take their face off
The streets is filled undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and us
And killer coppers, even come through in
I drink a little vodka, a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and runners
it can't happen til I, trap 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
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me pressure

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

Yo, call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
Who's always on the corner, up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing less Guess
be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my 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 fake and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
The type of nigga who be pissing in your
Somehow the rap game me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and
Fly new and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

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

No see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about
the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Real
I used to wake up morning, see my crew on the block
day's a different plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred
Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the man
But if I hit rock then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then the crew to get live too
Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the
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 to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

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