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, full of mad
Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all
At the (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break 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, trying to, watch us and us
And killer coppers, even come in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a for
The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners
Thinking it 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
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, marijuana smoking dweller
Who's always on the corner, rolling up
When I dress, it's nothing less than Guess
Cold be with 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 niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
The type of nigga who be pissing in your
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with frames
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, stacks are fat, this is what it's
the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to up every morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us running from
If it hanging out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, 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 then be the Son of Sam
Then call the to get live too
With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, up the blow
Mike'll it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never it
It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and
'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One

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