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, wherever the you from
Yeah

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

See I just 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 to visit my aunt and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was fucked up back
No matter what the fuck I did I had no ends
And my mom's was on

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

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

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

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

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

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 fuckin' everybody else's

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, real
The fuckin' shit is
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 sick and of these fake ass niggaz
Sayin' they catchin' bodies when they never pulled a trigga
I know your style, I've seen it
You wear an suit, now you think you're hardcore

Drinkin' on your forty's, smokin' on your
Can't a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
fakin' the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you ever did a bid

It's to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you me
I come equipped with the ruff
Nowadays I can't the bull rappers come up with

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

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

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

Diamond D, the whole diggin' in the crew
And in peace to my man Tony Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, is bond
The is real, aiyyo