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, the fuck you from
Yeah

This takes place, back in the South Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen, I was knockin' off punks
(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 and if you had a C skin
A leather bomber, you was stuck
(Word)
was the way it was

One day I to visit my aunt and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was up back then
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 nigga was never
So what the was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of the bummiest nigga out the crew

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

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

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

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, real
Word up, the shit is

Now I'm sixteen and there's a new scene
I'm makin' mad loot, paid off the dope fiends
(Word)
the shit in check, in order
And my man Tone was fuckin' everybody else's daughter

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

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

Talkin' shit the way and on the block
But never in my face, 'cause they knew I packed a
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' shit is
Hey yo, it's

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

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

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

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

It's to separate the real from 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 come up

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

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 Funk Flex, Zulu
Jazzy J in the

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