Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess who's
Yeah, The Fat

Here comes the nigga from the
Who just been for most hated by police
The Public Enemy, rapper at
Who's known throughout the for pullin' niggaz cards

You know the situation, Nation
forget the Bronx because the Bronx the foundation
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Crack
Niggaz be he's fat, bitches be like he's all that

Motherfuckers know my rep, I never
Niggaz be talkin' mad shit, but they want it
the realer MC, the drug 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 have been lost and forgotten
Niggaz better they back, the Big Apple's gone rotten

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

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

Comin' with the bomb bass for the underground
Flex got the most, Serge got the spread
Keepin' shit real, know the deal
Just through trial and down on appeal

Microphone Joe I own it, bitches bone it
Blowin' out the tweeters in your musical
It's your man Fat Joe, oh, is 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 he's chillin'
Peace to all the villains out of state makin' 'cause ah

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody knows Fat Joe's in