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

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

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

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

See I just didn't 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 and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was up back then
No matter what the I did I never had no ends
And my mom's was on

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

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

See I'm tired of this poor and who the cops?
Well, they can my motherfuckin' dick
'Cause all them niggaz ever do is
That's why I get glad when I hear 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, real
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 everybody knew in
Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a wouldn't test me
It seems like every other day the fuckin' arrest me
(Yeah)

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

Talkin' around the way and on the block
But in my face, 'cause they knew I packed a glock
And my is mad deep
A bunch of crazy Ricans, so aiyyo, don't sleep
(Word)

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

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

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

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

Drinkin' on your forty's, on your blunts
Can't afford a chain so you wear gold fronts,
You're the funk, kid
And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you ever did a bid

It's time to separate the real the phony
The is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the ruff
Nowadays I can't the bull rappers come up with

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

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

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

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