Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess who's
Yeah, The Fat

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

You know the situation, Zulu
Never 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 know my rep, I never
Niggaz be talkin' mad shit, but don't want it
the realer MC, the drug dealer MC
If a nigga jax, I'm gonna kill a MC

Yeah, you can't handle the
Fuck around and get thrown off the project
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 West crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit
(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 bass for the underground heads
Flex got the most, Serge got the land
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 musical
It's man Fat Joe, oh, is that so?
You me from, "You know ya got to flow"

One for your mind 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 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 coast crew
Whatever you do, keep hip-hop shit true
(That's all I ask of you)

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

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

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

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

Everybody Fat Joe's in town