Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

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

Straight up shit is real and any day could be last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas
The is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who care, guzzling beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break
Before we get the four pounders, and take their off
The streets is with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, come through in helicopters
I a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill and spot runners
Thinking it can't happen til I, trap em and em
And leave em done, won't even run about
I don't believe in of that shit, your facts are backwards
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
Moet drinking, marijuana street dweller
always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing less than
be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my sell crack
nigga raps with 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 niggas and crab
So I guzzle my Hennesey while on mad blunts
The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator
The type of who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the game
Used to sport Bally's and with black frames
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 with MC Shan
Around the time when dissed the Real Roxxane
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 hanging 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 yard God, let me see a grand
Could use a gun Son, but being the wanted man
But if I hit bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get too
Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never 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!