Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess back?
Yeah, The Fat

Here the nigga from the East
Who been crowned for most hated by police
The Public Enemy, rapper at
Who's known throughout the for pullin' niggaz cards

You the situation, Zulu Nation
Never forget the Bronx the Bronx the foundation
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Joey
Niggaz be like he's fat, bitches be like he's all

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

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

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)

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

Comin' with the bass for the underground heads
Flex got the most, got the land spread
Keepin' shit real, 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 the motherfuckin' chrome
Word to Tone, Big Daddy, I know he's
to all the villains out of state makin' millions 'cause ah

check, one two one two
Shouts to the and the West 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 hip-hop shit
(That's all I ask of you)

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody knows Fat Joe's in