Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

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

Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad
Who care, guzzling beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break
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 coppers, even come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and a Glock for
The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners
Thinking it happen til I, trap em and clap em
And leave em done, won't even run Gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are
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, 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, never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my friends crack
This nigga raps a razor, keep 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 pulling on mad
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
The type of nigga who be pissing in your
the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with 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 doubt; see my, stacks are fat, is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict MC Shan
Around the time 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 of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, breaking the
Nowadays, I need the green in a just like the next man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a grand
use a gun Son, but fuck being the wanted man
But if I hit rock then I'ma be the Son of Sam
call the crew to get live too
With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll stop it
your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nough to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

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