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 fuck you
Yeah

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

See I didn't give a fuck and if you had a C skin
A leather bomber, you was gettin'
(Word)
was the way it was

One day I went to visit my aunt and stuck up my
See shit was up back then
No matter what the fuck I did I 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 get mine, I gotta get cash
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the fast
Give me motherfuckin' loot, papi
I'm gonna get paid and a damn thing stop me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act you know me
I come equipped with the shit
Nowadays I can't believe the rappers come up with

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

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, real
The shit is real

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

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