Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

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

Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens,
LaBella, Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you
KnowhatI'msayin'?

This story takes place, in the South Bronx
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 give a fuck and if you had a C
A leather bomber, you was gettin'
(Word)
was the way it was

One day I went to my aunt 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 I had a father but the nigga was never there
So what the was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of bein' the nigga out the crew

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

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

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

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

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

See everybody knew in
That Joe and Tone had locked down
And a nigga test me
It seems like other day the fuckin' cops arrest me
(Yeah)

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

shit around the way and on the block
But never in my face, 'cause they 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' shit is
Hey yo, real

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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