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 corners is the hot spot, of mad criminals
Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all
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 brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, even through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill and spot runners
it can't 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 of the street corner
a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure

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

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your type of fella
Moet drinking, smoking street dweller
always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned
Love committing and my friends sell crack
nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress fake and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey 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, Heine's and

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 every morning, see my on the block
Every day's a plan 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
Fuck a 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 the crew to get live too
Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the 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!