Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess who's
Yeah, The Fat

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

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

Motherfuckers my rep, I never fronted
Niggaz be talkin' mad shit, but they want it
It's the realer MC, the drug MC
If a nigga fake jax, I'm kill a MC

Yeah, you can't handle the
Fuck around and get thrown off the project
Mad lives been lost and forgotten
Niggaz better watch they back, the Big Apple's rotten

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)

I step 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 bomb bass for the underground
Flex got the most, Serge got the spread
Keepin' real, niggaz know the deal
through trial and comin' down on appeal

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

One time for your off the top of a dome
Never for home without the motherfuckin' chrome
Word to Tone, Big Daddy, I he's chillin'
Peace to all the villains out of state makin' 'cause ah

check, one two one two
Shouts to the and the West coast 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 to Queensbridge, on back to Redhook
Never lost a gram on any eighth that I
Fat Joe, army and black 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 down the fort with the gauge in his hand
I know you the way I grab the mic and spark it
You never get your hands inside my pockets

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)

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

Everybody knows Fat Joe's in