Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, I knew I had a but the nigga was never there
So what the was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of bein' the bummiest nigga out the

I gotta get mine, I gotta get
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the fast
me your motherfuckin' loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid and a damn thing stop me

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

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

Aiyyo, the shit is
Aiyyo, it's
Word up, the shit is

Now I'm and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin' mad loot, gettin' off the dope fiends
(Word)
the shit in check, in order
And my man Tone 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 call and be out quick
'Cause Uncle Dan had my
And now niggaz gettin' jealous 'cause they I'm livin' fat

Talkin' around 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 Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, don't sleep
(Word)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, it's
The fuckin' is real

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

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