Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess back?
Yeah, The Fat

comes the nigga from the East
Who just been crowned for most hated by
The Enemy, rapper at large
Who's known throughout the industry for pullin' cards

You know the situation, Zulu
Never forget the Bronx because the the foundation
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Crack
Niggaz be he's fat, bitches be like he's all that

Motherfuckers my rep, I never fronted
Niggaz be mad shit, but they don't want it
It's the realer MC, the dealer MC
If a fake jax, I'm gonna kill a MC

Yeah, you can't handle the
Fuck around and get thrown off the roof
Mad lives been lost and forgotten
Niggaz better watch they back, the Big Apple's gone

check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop true
(That's all I ask of you)

I step in the jam all eyes are on me
Sold out crowds, with
Everybody wants to know, could the man flip it?
Microphone gifted,

Comin' with the bomb for the underground heads
Flex got the most, Serge got the land
shit real, niggaz know the deal
Just trial and comin' down on appeal

Microphone Joe I own it, bitches bone it
Blowin' out the tweeters in your musical
It's man Fat Joe, oh, is that so?
You remember me from, "You ya got to flow"

One time for your off the top of a dome
Never for home without the motherfuckin' chrome
Word to Tone, Big Daddy, I know he's
Peace to all the villains out of state millions 'cause ah

check, one two one two
Shouts to the and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep hip-hop shit true
(That's all I ask of you)

check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast
Whatever you do, keep this shit true
(That's all I ask of you)

From the to Queensbridge, on back to Redhook
Never a gram on any eighth that I cooked
Fat Joe, army and black chuckers
Hardcore lyrics to all my real

I'm tryin' to see cream, in the millions,
And go play with Russell Simmons
the type of mission that I'm on
Aiyyo, my word is bond, I keep a army just as as Farra Khan

You, can't, with the man
Who be holdin' down the fort with the gauge in his
I know you love the way I the mic and spark it
You hookers'll never get your hands inside my

check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast
Whatever you do, keep this shit true
(That's all I ask of you)

check, one two one two
Shouts to the and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep hip-hop shit true
(That's all I ask of you)

knows Fat Joe's in town