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, at large
Who's known throughout the industry for pullin' niggaz

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

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

Yeah, you can't the truth
around and get thrown off the project roof
Mad lives 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, the man still flip it?
Microphone gifted,

Comin' with the bomb for the underground heads
got the most, Serge got the land spread
Keepin' shit real, know the deal
Just through trial and comin' down on

Microphone Joe I own it, wanna bone it
Blowin' out the in your musical component
your 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 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 East and the West 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 crew
Whatever you do, keep this shit 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 fatigue and chuckers
Hardcore to all my real motherfuckers

I'm tryin' to see cream, in the millions,
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, with the man
Who be holdin' down the fort 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 West crew
you do, keep this 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, this hip-hop shit true
(That's all I ask of you)

Everybody knows Fat in town