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 ground war

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

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

The rep and props but you can't rap
Wanna about a wannabe, never gonna be
Ever gonna be, gonna see
Come near here, come child yeah
I got flavor, style,

Yo, you compete
You wanna steal my voice, steal our
Steal my beats, you wanna around
I don't play son, shorts do I take

You help better call 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 'em, make make makin' 'em
Takin' 'em, 'em, no mistaken 'em
Dope, hyper, raw def MC
talk about a man, yo who is he or she

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

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

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

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

Let me ask one
You I fell off? Well come test then
You ain't the man to the Big X
Fuck become [unverified] next

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

Whether or not, you like it or not, wack it's true
Your crew sound doo doo
I tissue to wipe the first face
I'm like a team that in first place

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

Yo let's begin with a phrase that's quite
I'll control with soul Gee get
Into the mix like a DJ 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 Hall said, I
You like butter you're soft and you're quite stink

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

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

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

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

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