Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Real

Brothers wanna know, goin' on about the 4-1-1
On the group, and so on and so
So you talk for, you know what I came for
A motherfuckin' war

Talkin' that old style
old song, same old thang
Sweatin' yourself, you're gettin' yo
Huh, but you can't hang

I'd rather rip, and still the flip
On the mic grip and hit, and then
I never ever miss yo
You still ain't
Thinkin' you're all that, got

The rep and props but you still rap
Wanna about a wannabe, never gonna be
Ever gonna be, gonna see
Come near here, come here yeah
I got flavor, style,

Yo, you compete
You steal my voice, steal our sound
Steal my beats, you wanna fuck
I don't play son, do I take none

You need help better 9-1-1
Or the Beatles, or
Drink you up like a cup of Tropicana
I got more, flowin' a river
Yeah, style's what I ya

Shakin' 'em, keep fakin' 'em, make make 'em
'em, bakin' 'em, no mistaken 'em
Dope, hyper, raw def MC
Wanna about a man, yo who is he or she

You got to even talk that
What about that, yeah, up with that rumor talkin'
We make a hit
We've been makin' hits while you've been dicks
Around the town, lookin' for a deal
Yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, yeah, you real
Niggaz,yeah,you ain't
Niggaz, you real
Niggaz, yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, who are You ain't real
Niggaz, yeah, you you ain't
Niggaz, man
Niggaz, get out my

Yeah, motherfuckers wanna
I rhymes in store for they ass
ain't got the style to kick no shit
I bust rhymes and and just blow shit out

Let me ask one
You I fell off? Well come test then
You the man to stop the Big X
Fuck become [unverified] next

Yes, shit is gettin'
Very wild, slick and wild
But watch when I come with the Rhythm X
Then after that, motherfuckers wanna

Whether or not, you like it or not, you're wack it's
whole crew sound doo doo
I keep tissue to wipe the face
I'm like a team that stays in place

Winnin', the motherfuckin' Giants
You got rhymes to kick? drop science
Math, English, fuck it I it
Yo Ced, and grab the mic

Yo let's with a phrase that's quite hype
I'll control soul Gee get right
Into the mix a DJ spinnin' on
The is buggin, rememberin', "Bring it On"

The phrase that stand to all that try
To step to the Gee get and I wonder why
Hmm, like Arsenio said, I think
You rhyme like butter you're soft and you're quite

Tryin' to perpetrate, sayin' you're right
You hit grip you're fake like a bad night-mare
with Freddie, you know you're not
You sound immature, like a petty

(You ready)
Tto on the stage, get hit with the rhyme jab
like the Flintstones, I'll break like bam bam
Bam bam bam bam bam

I'm ya
You on the Gee, better yet, true Ultra
But now back and, MC's we're slappin'
We're givin' no slack and, you're wack
And yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, yeah, you real
Niggaz, yeah, you ain't
Niggaz, yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, who are You ain't real
Niggaz, yeah, you you ain't
Niggaz, man get out my