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
Yeah

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

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

One day I went to visit my aunt and stuck up my
See shit was up back then
No matter what the fuck I did I had no ends
And my was on welfare

Aiyyo, I knew I had a father but the nigga was there
So the fuck was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of bein' the bummiest nigga out the

I gotta get mine, I get cash
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him 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 niggaz ever do is harass
That's why I get when I hear somebody smoked 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 sixteen and there's a new scene
I'm mad loot, gettin' paid off the dope fiends
(Word)
Keep the shit in check, in
And my main man was fuckin' everybody else's daughter

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

But the shit will never
I one phone call and be out like quick
'Cause Uncle Dan had my
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 knew I a glock
And my is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, sleep
(Word)

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

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

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

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

Drinkin' on your forty's, smokin' on 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 real 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 up with

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

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

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

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