Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

Yeah, this is out
To all the live motherfuckers,
All the real

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

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

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

One day I went to visit my aunt and stuck up my
See shit was fucked up back
No matter what the 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 what the was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of the bummiest nigga out the crew

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

shit around the way and on the block
But in my face, 'cause they knew I packed a glock
And my is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Ricans, so aiyyo, don't sleep
(Word)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Diamond D, the whole in the crates crew
And rest in to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is
The shit is real,