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, guns'll blast, niggas
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad
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 with undercovers, homicide brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, even come through in
I drink a little vodka, a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and runners
it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em
And leave em done, won't run about Gods
I don't in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a of the street corner
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under

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

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not legal type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street
Who's always on the corner, up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing less Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned
Love committing sins and my sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, it under my tongue
The drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but fake niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
The type of who be pissing in your elevator
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, stacks are fat, is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict with MC
Around the time when dissed the Real Roxxane
I to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us running cops
If it wasn't hanging out in of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, breaking the
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 fuck the wanted man
But if I hit rock 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 it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the 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!