Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

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

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

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

See I just 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 was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck I did I never had no
And my mom's was on

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

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

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

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

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

Now I'm and there's 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 fuckin' else's daughter

See everybody in town
Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a nigga test me
It seems like every other day the cops arrest me
(Yeah)

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

Talkin' around the way and on the block
But never in my face, they knew I packed a glock
And my crew is mad
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, sleep
(Word)

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

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

it out
Let me let ya know why I this song
(Why?)
Brothers deal with the real, word is bond

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

Drinkin' on forty's, smokin' on your blunts
afford a chain 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 real the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act you know me
I come equipped 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 shit is real
Hey yo, real

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

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

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