Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

Yeah, this is out
To all the live motherfuckers,
All the real

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

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

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

One day I went to visit my aunt and stuck up my
See shit was fucked up back
No matter the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my was on welfare

Aiyyo, I knew I had a father but the nigga was 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 get paid and can't a damn thing stop me

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

to let ya know how I feel
Word 'em up, the fuckin' shit is
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 mad loot, gettin' paid off the dope fiends
(Word)
the shit in check, in order
And my main man Tone was fuckin' everybody else's

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

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

shit around the way and on the block
But never in my face, 'cause they I packed a glock
And my crew is mad
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, it's
The shit is real
Yeah, aiyyo, it's

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

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

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

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

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

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

up
I say peace to my peeps, The Beatnuts
of Funk, Strickly Roots
My man Flex, Zulu 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, word is
The is real, aiyyo