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, Rico, wherever the fuck you from
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 scared to death, every I walked by
I them niggaz take their last breath
(Ah)

See I just give a fuck and if you had a C skin
A leather bomber, you was stuck
(Word)
was the way it was

One day I went to visit my and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was up back then
No matter what the I did I never had no ends
And my mom's was on

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

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

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

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

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

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

See everybody knew in
That Joe and Tone had 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 one phone call and be out like 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, 'cause they knew I a glock
And my crew is mad
A bunch of crazy Ricans, so aiyyo, don't sleep
(Word)

And all you bitch ass niggaz know the
Check it out, the shit is real
Hey yo, real

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

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

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

Drinkin' on your forty's, smokin' on your
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 real the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act you know me
I come equipped with the shit
Nowadays I can't the bull rappers come up with

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

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

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

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