Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

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

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

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

See I didn't 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 went to visit my aunt and up my 'cuz
See shit was fucked up back
No matter what the fuck I did I never had no
And my was on welfare

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 bummiest 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 your motherfuckin' loot,
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 dick
'Cause all them niggaz 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' is real
Hey yo, it's

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

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

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

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

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

And all you bitch ass niggaz know the
Check it out, the shit 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 this
(Why?)
Brothers can't with the real, word is bond

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

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

It's time to separate the 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 come up

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

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, real
The shit is real

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

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