Luyện nghe bài hát The Shit Is Real

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'?

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

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

One day I to visit my aunt and stuck up my 'cuz
See shit was fucked up back
No matter the fuck I did I never had no ends
And my was on welfare

Aiyyo, I I had a father but the nigga was never there
So the fuck was I to do?
I'm and tired of bein' 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
me your motherfuckin' loot, papi
I'm get paid and can't a damn thing stop me

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

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

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

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

See knew in town
That Joe and had shit locked down
And a nigga test me
It seems like other day the fuckin' cops arrest me
(Yeah)

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

shit around the way and on the block
But never in my face, they knew I packed a glock
And my crew is mad
A of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, don't sleep
(Word)

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

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

it out
Let me let ya know why I made this
(Why?)
Brothers can't deal 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 know your style, I've seen it
You an army suit, now you think you're hardcore

Drinkin' on forty's, smokin' 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 the phony
The is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come with the ruff shit
Nowadays I can't believe the bull come up with

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

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 peace to my man Montana
Aiyyo, I'm out, word is
The is real, aiyyo