Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

Yeah, this is out
To all the motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin'?
All the real

Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens,
LaBella, Puerto Rico, the fuck you from
Yeah

This story takes place, in the South Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen, I was already off punks
(Yeah)
And suckers were scared to death, every I walked by
I them niggaz take their last breath
(Ah)

See I just give a fuck and if you had a C skin
A leather bomber, you was gettin'
(Word)
was the way it was

One day I went to visit my and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was fucked up back
No matter the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my mom's was on

Aiyyo, I knew I had a father but the nigga was there
So the fuck was I to do?
I'm sick and of bein' the bummiest nigga out the crew

I gotta get mine, I gotta get
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick
me your motherfuckin' loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid and can't a thing stop me

See I'm tired of this poor and who the cops?
Well, they can suck my motherfuckin'
'Cause all them ever do is harass
That's why I get when I hear somebody smoked that ass

Just to let ya know how I
'em up, the fuckin' shit is real
Hey yo, it's

Aiyyo, the shit is
Aiyyo, real
Word up, the shit is

Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new
I'm makin' mad loot, gettin' off the dope fiends
(Word)
Keep the shit in check, in
And my main man was fuckin' everybody else's daughter

See knew in town
That Joe and Tone had shit down
And a wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the fuckin' arrest me
(Yeah)

But the shit will never
I make one phone and be out like quick
Uncle Dan had my back
And now niggaz gettin' jealous 'cause know I'm livin' fat

Talkin' shit the way and on the block
But never in my face, they knew I packed a glock
And my is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, don't
(Word)

And all you bitch ass niggaz the deal
Check it out, the fuckin' is real
Hey yo, real

Aiyyo, real
The shit is real
Yeah, aiyyo, it's

it out
Let me let ya know why I this song
(Why?)
Brothers can't deal with the real, word is

I'm sick and tired of these ass niggaz
Sayin' that they catchin' bodies they never pulled a trigga
I know your style, seen it before
You wear an suit, now you think you're hardcore

Drinkin' on your forty's, on your blunts
Can't a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're the funk, kid
And you'll be it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin' bid

It's time to the real from the phony
The is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I equipped with the ruff shit
Nowadays I can't the bull rappers come up with

And all ya bitch ass know the deal
Check it out, the shit is real
Hey yo, it's

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, real
The fuckin' shit is

up
I wanna say to my peeps, The Beatnuts
Messengers of Funk, Strickly
My man Flex, Zulu Nation
J in the house

Diamond D, the whole diggin' in the crew
And rest in to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, is bond
The is real, aiyyo