Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real (DJ Premier Remix)

Yeah, this is out
To all the live motherfuckers,
All the real

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

story takes place, back in the South Bronx
Where at the age of fourteen, I was already off punks
(Yeah)
And suckers were to death, every time I walked by
I hear niggaz take their last breath
(Ah)

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

One day I went to my aunt and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was fucked up 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 nigga was there
So what the was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of the bummiest nigga out the crew

I gotta get mine, I get cash
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 stop me

See I'm of this poor shit and who the cops?
Well, they can suck my motherfuckin'
'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, real

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

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

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

But the will never stick
I make one call and be out like quick
'Cause Uncle Dan had my
And now niggaz gettin' 'cause they know 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 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 shit is real
Yeah, aiyyo, it's

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

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

Drinkin' on your forty's, on your blunts
afford a chain so you wear gold fronts, yeah
You're 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 like you me
I come equipped with the ruff
Nowadays I can't believe the rappers come up with

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

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

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

D, the whole diggin' in the crates crew
And rest in peace to my man Tony
Aiyyo, I'm out, is bond
The shit is real,