Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Real

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

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

I'd rather rip, and still the trip
On the mic and hit, and then trip
Into I never ever yo
You still shit
Thinkin' all that, you've got

The rep and but you still can't rap
talk about a wannabe, never gonna be
Ever be, who's gonna see
Come here, come here child yeah
I got flavor, style,

Yo, you can't
You wanna steal my voice, steal our
Steal my beats, you fuck around
I play son, shorts do I take none

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

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

You got nerve to even that
What about that, yeah, what's up with rumor talkin'
We make a hit
We've makin' hits while you've been suckin' dicks
Around the town, for a hardcore deal
Yeah, you real

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo let's begin with a that's quite hype
I'll with soul Gee get right
the mix like 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 and you're quite stink

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

(You ready)
Tto step on the stage, get hit the rhyme jab
Just like the Flintstones, break like bam bam
Bam bam bam bam bam

I'm ya
You slept on the Gee, better yet, true
But now back and, MC's we're slappin'
We're givin' no and, because you're wack
And yeah, you real

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

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