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 Enemy, rapper at large
Who's known throughout the industry for niggaz cards

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

know my rep, I never fronted
Niggaz be mad shit, but they don't want it
the realer MC, the drug dealer MC
If a nigga fake jax, I'm kill a MC

Yeah, you can't the truth
Fuck and get thrown off the project roof
Mad lives have been lost and
Niggaz watch they back, the Big Apple's gone rotten

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

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

Comin' with the bass for the underground heads
Flex got the most, Serge got the spread
Keepin' shit real, niggaz the deal
Just through trial and comin' on appeal

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

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

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)

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
lost a gram on any eighth that I cooked
Fat Joe, fatigue and black chuckers
Hardcore lyrics to all my real

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

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

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)

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