Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

Yeah, this is out
To all the motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin'?
All the niggaz

Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens,
LaBella, Rico, wherever the fuck you from
Yeah

This story takes place, back in the Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen, I was already knockin' off
(Yeah)
And were scared to death, every time I walked by
I hear them niggaz take their 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 my aunt and stuck 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 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 motherfuckin' loot, papi
I'm get paid and can't a damn thing stop me

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

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

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

Now I'm sixteen and 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 fuckin' everybody else's

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

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

Talkin' shit the way and on the block
But never in my face, 'cause they knew I packed a
And my crew is mad
A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, 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, it's

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

I'm sick and tired of these ass niggaz
Sayin' that they catchin' bodies when they never pulled a
I know your style, I've it before
You an army suit, now you think 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 believe the rappers come up with

And all ya ass niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin' shit is
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, Roots
My man Funk Flex, Nation
J in the house

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