Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess who's
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 the industry for pullin' niggaz cards

You know the situation, Zulu
Never the Bronx because the Bronx the foundation
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Crack
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 fake jax, I'm gonna kill a MC

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

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)

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

Comin' the bomb bass for the underground heads
Flex got the most, Serge got the land
Keepin' shit real, know the deal
Just through and comin' down on appeal

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

One for your mind off the top of a dome
Never leave for without the motherfuckin' chrome
Word to Tone, Big Daddy, I know chillin'
Peace to all the villains out of state makin' millions ah

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

From the Bronx to Queensbridge, on to Redhook
Never lost a on any eighth that I cooked
Fat Joe, army fatigue and 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 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 love the way I the mic and spark it
You never get your hands inside my pockets

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

Everybody knows Fat Joe's in