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
KnowhatI'msayin'?

This story takes place, 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 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 aunt and up my 'cuz
See was fucked up back then
No matter what the fuck I did I had no ends
And my mom's was on

Aiyyo, I I had a father but the nigga was never there
So what the was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of bein' the bummiest nigga out the

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

See I'm tired of this poor and who the cops?
Well, can suck my motherfuckin' dick
'Cause all them niggaz 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, gettin' off the dope fiends
(Word)
Keep the shit in check, in
And my main man Tone was everybody else's daughter

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

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

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

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

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

it out
Let me let ya why I made this song
(Why?)
Brothers deal with the real, word is bond

I'm sick and tired of fake ass niggaz
Sayin' that they catchin' bodies when 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 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 equipped with the ruff
Nowadays I believe the bull rappers come up with

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

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

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

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