Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess back?
Yeah, The Fat

Here comes the from the East
Who just been crowned for hated by police
The Public Enemy, rapper at
known throughout the industry for pullin' niggaz cards

You know the situation, Nation
Never forget the Bronx because the the foundation
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Crack
Niggaz be like he's fat, bitches be 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 nigga jax, I'm gonna kill a MC

Yeah, you can't 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 crew
Whatever you do, keep 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 bass for the underground
got the most, Serge got the land spread
Keepin' shit real, know the deal
Just trial and comin' down on appeal

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody Fat Joe's in town