Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess back?
Yeah, The Fat

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

You know the situation, Nation
Never forget the because the Bronx 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 fronted
Niggaz be talkin' mad shit, but don't want it
the realer MC, the drug dealer MC
If a nigga fake jax, I'm kill a MC

Yeah, you handle the truth
Fuck around and get thrown off the roof
Mad have been lost and forgotten
Niggaz better watch they back, the Big Apple's gone

check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this 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?
gifted, unrealistic

Comin' with the bomb bass for the underground
Flex got the most, Serge got the spread
Keepin' shit real, niggaz know the
Just through trial and comin' down on

Microphone Joe I own it, wanna bone 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 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 and the West coast crew
you do, keep 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)

From the to Queensbridge, on back to Redhook
lost a gram on any eighth that I cooked
Fat Joe, army fatigue and black
Hardcore lyrics to all my real

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 army just as deep as Khan

You, can't, deal the man
Who be holdin' down the fort with the gauge in his
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 coast 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 coast
Whatever you do, keep this shit true
(That's all I ask of you)

knows Fat Joe's in town