Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess back?
Yeah, The Fat

Here comes the from the East
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, Zulu
Never forget the Bronx because the Bronx the
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Joey
Niggaz be like he's fat, be like he's all that

Motherfuckers know my rep, I never
Niggaz be talkin' mad shit, but don't want it
It's the realer MC, the drug MC
If a nigga fake jax, I'm kill a MC

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

check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West 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,

with the bomb bass for the underground heads
Flex got the most, Serge got the spread
shit real, niggaz know the deal
Just through trial and comin' down on

Microphone Joe I own it, wanna bone 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 mind off the top of a dome
Never leave for home without the chrome
Word to Tone, Big Daddy, I he's chillin'
Peace to all the villains out of state makin' millions ah

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

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

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 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 your inside my pockets

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 West coast
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit
(That's all I ask of you)

Everybody knows Fat in town