Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

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

Straight up is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, tumble
The is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better North
Before we get the four pounders, and take their off
The is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, even come in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, 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 em done, won't even run about Gods
I don't in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street
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 your type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking dweller
always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's nothing less than Guess
be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my sell crack
This nigga with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, liked the shit from day one
Cause life shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts
So I my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
The type of nigga who be in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the game
Used to sport and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

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

No see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about
the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante 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 factory, breaking the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just the next man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred
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 chop it, Mayo, you count the
My is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop 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!