Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

Yeah, is goin' out
To all the motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin'?
All the real

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

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

See I didn't give a fuck 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 up back then
No matter what the I did I never had no ends
And my was on welfare

Aiyyo, I knew I had a father but the nigga was there
So the fuck was I to do?
I'm sick and tired of bein' the bummiest out the crew

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

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

Just to let ya how I feel
Word 'em up, the fuckin' shit is
Hey yo, real

Aiyyo, the shit is
Aiyyo, real
Word up, the is real

Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new
I'm makin' mad loot, paid off the dope fiends
(Word)
Keep the shit in check, in
And my main man Tone was fuckin' everybody 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' cops me
(Yeah)

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

Talkin' around 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, don't
(Word)

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

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

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

I'm sick and tired of these ass niggaz
Sayin' that they bodies when they 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
You're the funk, kid
And be gettin' it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin' bid

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

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

Aiyyo, the is real
Aiyyo, real
The shit is real

up
I say peace to my peeps, The Beatnuts
of Funk, Strickly 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 Tony
Aiyyo, I'm out, is bond
The is real, aiyyo