Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

Yeah, is goin' out
To all the live motherfuckers,
All the real

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

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

See I didn't give a fuck and if you had a C skin
A leather bomber, you was stuck
(Word)
was the way it was

One day I to visit my aunt and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was fucked up then
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 never
So what the was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of bein' the nigga out the crew

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

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

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

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

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

See everybody knew in
Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a nigga wouldn't me
It seems like other day the fuckin' cops arrest me
(Yeah)

But the shit will stick
I make one call and be out like quick
Uncle Dan had my back
And now niggaz gettin' 'cause they know I'm livin' fat

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

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

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

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

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

Drinkin' on forty's, smokin' on your blunts
Can't afford a chain so you wear fronts, yeah
fakin' the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you ever did a bid

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

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

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

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

Diamond D, the diggin' in the crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony
Aiyyo, I'm out, is bond
The shit is real,