Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gotta get mine, I get cash
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick
me your motherfuckin' loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid and can't a 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 know how I
'em up, the fuckin' shit is real
Hey yo, real

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, it's
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 in check, in order
And my main man Tone was everybody else's daughter

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

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

Talkin' shit around the way and on the
But never in my face, 'cause they knew I packed a
And my crew is mad
A of crazy 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, real
The fuckin' is real
Yeah, aiyyo, it's

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

I'm sick and of these fake ass niggaz
that they catchin' bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I your style, I've seen it before
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,
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 is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the shit
I can't believe the bull rappers come up with

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

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

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

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