Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

Yeah, is goin' out
To all the live motherfuckers,
All the niggaz

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

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

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

Aiyyo, I knew I had a father but the was never there
So what the was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of bein' the nigga 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 motherfuckin' 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'
all them 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, real

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

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

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

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

Talkin' shit the way and on the block
But in my face, 'cause they knew 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' shit is
Hey yo, it's

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

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

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

Drinkin' on your forty's, on your blunts
afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you did a fuckin' bid

It's time to separate the from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you me
I come equipped the ruff shit
Nowadays I believe the bull rappers come 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, real
The shit is real

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

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