Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess who's
Yeah, The Fat

comes the nigga from the East
Who just crowned for most hated by police
The Public Enemy, rapper at
Who's known the industry for pullin' niggaz cards

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

Motherfuckers know my rep, I fronted
Niggaz be talkin' mad shit, but they don't it
It's the realer MC, the drug MC
If a nigga fake jax, I'm gonna a MC

Yeah, you handle the truth
Fuck around and get thrown off the project
Mad lives have been and forgotten
Niggaz better they back, the Big Apple's gone rotten

check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast
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 still it?
gifted, unrealistic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody knows Fat Joe's in