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 most by police
The Enemy, rapper at large
Who's known the industry 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 he's fat, bitches be like all that

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

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

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)

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

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

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

One time for mind off the top of a dome
Never leave for without the motherfuckin' chrome
Word to Tone, Big Daddy, I 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 coast crew
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 crew
Whatever you do, keep this shit true
(That's all I ask of you)

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

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

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

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 coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit
(That's all I ask of you)

Everybody knows Fat in town