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, Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you
KnowhatI'msayin'?

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

See I didn't 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 stuck up my
See was fucked up back then
No what the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my was on welfare

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

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

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

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

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

See everybody knew in
That Joe and Tone had shit down
And a nigga test me
It seems every other day the fuckin' cops arrest me
(Yeah)

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

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

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

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

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

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

on your forty's, smokin' on your blunts
Can't a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
fakin' the funk, kid
And be gettin' it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin' 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 believe the bull rappers up with

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

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

up
I wanna say peace to my peeps, The
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, word is
The shit is real,