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 knockin' off punks
(Yeah)
And suckers were to death, every time I walked by
I hear them niggaz their last breath
(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 matter what the fuck I did I never had no
And my mom's was on

Aiyyo, I knew I had a father but the nigga was never
So the fuck was I to do?
I'm sick and of bein' the bummiest 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 your motherfuckin' loot,
I'm gonna get paid and can't a damn thing me

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

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

Aiyyo, the shit is
Aiyyo, it's
Word up, the shit is

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm sick and tired of these fake ass
Sayin' 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

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

It's time to separate the real from the
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act you know me
I come equipped with the ruff
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 is real
Aiyyo, real
The shit is real

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

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