Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

Yeah, is goin' out
To all the motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin'?
All the real

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

This story 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 hear them niggaz take their last
(Ah)

See I just didn't give a fuck and if you had a C
A bomber, you was gettin' 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 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 nigga out the crew

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the shit never stick
I one phone call and be out like quick
'Cause Uncle Dan had my
And now niggaz gettin' jealous 'cause know I'm livin' fat

Talkin' shit around the way and on the
But in my face, 'cause they knew I packed a glock
And my crew is mad
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, sleep
(Word)

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

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

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

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

Drinkin' on your forty's, on your blunts
Can't afford a so you wear gold 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 is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come with the ruff shit
Nowadays I can't the bull rappers come up with

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

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

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

Diamond D, the whole diggin' in the crew
And rest in peace to my man Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is
The shit is real,