Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Joe's in Town

Guess back?
Yeah, The Fat

Here comes the from the East
Who just been for most hated by police
The Public Enemy, at large
Who's known throughout the industry for pullin' cards

You know the situation, Nation
forget the Bronx because the Bronx the foundation
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Crack
Niggaz be like he's fat, be like he's all that

Motherfuckers know my rep, I fronted
be talkin' mad shit, but they don't want it
It's the MC, the drug dealer MC
If a nigga fake jax, I'm kill a MC

Yeah, you can't handle the
Fuck around and get off the project roof
Mad lives been lost and forgotten
better watch they back, the Big Apple's gone rotten

check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop true
(That's all I ask of you)

When I step in the jam all are on me
out crowds, with curiosity
Everybody wants to know, the man still flip it?
gifted, unrealistic

Comin' with the bomb bass for the heads
Flex got the most, got the land spread
Keepin' shit real, know the deal
Just through trial and comin' on appeal

Microphone Joe I own it, wanna bone it
Blowin' out the tweeters in musical component
It's your man Fat Joe, oh, is so?
You me from, "You know ya got to flow"

One time for your off the top of a dome
Never leave for home the motherfuckin' chrome
Word to Tone, Big Daddy, I know chillin'
Peace to all the villains out of makin' millions 'cause ah

check, one two one two
Shouts to the and the West coast crew
you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
(That's all I ask of you)

check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast
Whatever you do, this hip-hop shit true
(That's all I ask of you)

From the to Queensbridge, on back to Redhook
Never lost a gram on any eighth I cooked
Fat Joe, army fatigue and black
Hardcore to all my real motherfuckers

I'm to see cream, in the millions, retire
And go play with Russell Simmons
That's the of mission that I'm on
Aiyyo, my word is bond, I a army just as deep as Farra Khan

You, can't, with the man
Who be down the fort with the gauge in his hand
I know you the way I grab the mic and spark it
You hookers'll get your hands inside my pockets

check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the coast crew
you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
(That's all I ask of you)

check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the coast crew
Whatever you do, keep hip-hop shit true
(That's all I ask of you)

Everybody knows Fat in town