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
KnowhatI'msayin'?

This story takes place, back in the South
Where at the age of fourteen, I was already knockin' off
(Yeah)
And suckers were scared to death, every I walked by
I hear them niggaz take 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 shit was up back then
No what the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my mom's was on

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 nigga out the crew

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

See I'm tired of this shit and who the cops?
Well, they can suck my motherfuckin'
'Cause all niggaz ever do is harass
why I get glad when I hear somebody smoked that ass

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

Aiyyo, the shit is
Aiyyo, it's
Word up, the 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 shit in check, in
And my main man Tone was fuckin' everybody else's

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

But the will never stick
I make one phone call and be out quick
'Cause Dan had my back
And now niggaz 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 crew is mad
A of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, don't 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 fuckin' shit is
Yeah, aiyyo, it's

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

I'm sick and tired of fake ass niggaz
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 you're

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

It's time to separate the real the phony
The is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the shit
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, real

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

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

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