Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess who's
Yeah, The Fat

Here comes the nigga from the
Who just been crowned for most hated by
The Public Enemy, at large
Who's known throughout the industry for pullin' niggaz

You the situation, Zulu Nation
forget the Bronx because the Bronx the foundation
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Crack
Niggaz be like he's fat, bitches be he's all that

know my rep, I never fronted
Niggaz be talkin' mad shit, but don't want it
It's the realer MC, the 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 lost and
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 shit
(That's all I ask of you)

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

Comin' the bomb bass for the underground heads
Flex got the most, Serge got the land
Keepin' shit real, niggaz the deal
Just trial and comin' down on appeal

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

One for your mind off the top of a dome
Never leave for home without the motherfuckin'
Word to Tone, Big Daddy, I 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 this shit true
(That's all I ask of you)

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

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

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

You, can't, deal the man
Who be holdin' down the fort with the gauge in his
I you love the way I grab the mic and spark 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)

knows Fat Joe's in town