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, tumble
The corners is the hot spot, of mad criminals
Who don't care, beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They 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, us and knock us
And killer coppers, even through in helicopters
I a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and runners
Thinking it happen til I, trap em and clap em
And em done, won't even run about Gods
I don't believe in of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the 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 legal type of fella
Moet drinking, smoking street dweller
Who's always on the corner, up blessed
When I dress, it's never less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned
Love sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the 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, de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissing in your
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black
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 doubt; see my, are fat, this is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict MC Shan
the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to wake up every morning, see my on the block
Every day's a different that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine
We was at the candy factory, the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash like the next man
a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the man
But if I hit rock bottom then 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 shit is on the streets, way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's 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!