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, blast, niggas tumble
The is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who don't care, beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break
Before we get the four pounders, and 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 in helicopters
I drink a vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot
Thinking it happen til I, trap em and clap em
And leave em done, won't run about Gods
I believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, 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 street dweller
Who's always on the corner, rolling up
When I dress, it's never nothing than Guess
Cold be walking a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my friends sell
This nigga with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the shit day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab
So I guzzle my while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
The type of nigga who be pissing in elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the game
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, this is what about
the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Real
I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the
Every day's a different that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in front of spots
We was at the factory, breaking the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a just like the next man
a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but being the wanted man
But if I hit rock then 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 chop it, Mayo, you count the
My is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
your brain 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!