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 corners is the hot spot, full of mad
Who don't care, beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better North
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 through in
I a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot
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 are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the corner
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under

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

Yo, call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street
Who's always on the corner, up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing than Guess
Cold be walking a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing and my friends sell crack
This nigga with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never the shit from day one
life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
The type of nigga who be in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack
Used to Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, and Beck's

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

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, is what it's about
the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the
Every day's a different plan that had us running from
If it wasn't hanging out in of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, the locks
Nowadays, I need the in a flash just like the next man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a grand
Could use a gun Son, but being the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get too
With Swoop, Hakim, my Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to all fly and thugs
respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

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