Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess who's
Yeah, The Fat

Here the nigga from the East
Who just been crowned for most hated by
The Enemy, rapper at large
Who's known throughout the industry for pullin' niggaz

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

Motherfuckers my rep, I never fronted
Niggaz be mad shit, but they 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 and get thrown off the project roof
Mad lives have lost and forgotten
Niggaz watch they back, the Big Apple's gone rotten

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)

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

Comin' with the bomb bass for the heads
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 bone it
Blowin' out the tweeters in your component
It's man Fat Joe, oh, is that so?
You me from, "You know ya got to flow"

One time for your mind off the top of a
Never for home without the motherfuckin' chrome
Word to Tone, Big Daddy, I know he's
Peace to all the villains out of state millions 'cause ah

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)

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

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

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

You, can't, deal the man
Who be holdin' down the fort with the gauge in his
I know you love the way I the mic and spark it
You hookers'll get your hands inside my pockets

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

Everybody knows Fat Joe's in