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, the fuck you from
Yeah

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

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

One day I went to visit my and stuck up my 'cuz
See was fucked up back 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 there
So what the was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of bein' the bummiest out the crew

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Talkin' shit around the way and on the
But never in my face, 'cause they knew I packed a
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, it's

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

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

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

on your forty's, smokin' on your blunts
Can't afford a chain so you 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 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 believe the rappers come up with

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

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

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

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