Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess back?
Yeah, The Fat

comes the nigga from the East
Who just been crowned for hated by police
The Public Enemy, at large
Who's known throughout the for pullin' niggaz cards

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

Motherfuckers my rep, I never fronted
be talkin' mad shit, but they don't want it
It's the realer MC, the dealer MC
If a nigga fake jax, I'm gonna a MC

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

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)

I step in the jam all eyes are on me
Sold out crowds, curiosity
Everybody wants to know, could the man still it?
Microphone gifted,

Comin' with the bomb for the underground heads
Flex got the most, Serge got the land
Keepin' real, niggaz know the deal
Just through trial and comin' on appeal

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

One time for your mind off the top of a
Never leave for home without the motherfuckin'
to Tone, Big Daddy, I know he's chillin'
Peace to all the villains out of makin' 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 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 with Russell
That's the type of mission I'm on
Aiyyo, my word is bond, I keep a just as deep as Farra Khan

You, can't, deal 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 never get your hands inside my pockets

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)

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

Everybody knows Fat in town