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 for, you know what I came for
A motherfuckin' war

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

I'd rather rip, and still the trip
On the mic grip and hit, and trip
Into I ever miss yo
You still shit
Thinkin' you're all that, got

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

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

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

Shakin' 'em, fakin' '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 to even talk that
What about that, yeah, what's up with rumor talkin'
We can't a hit
We've been makin' while you've been suckin' dicks
Around the town, for a hardcore deal
Yeah, you ain't

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

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

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

Let me ask one
You think I fell off? Well come then
You ain't the man to the Big X
Fuck around become next

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

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

Winnin', like the Giants
You got rhymes to kick? drop science
Math, English, it I said it
Yo Ced, come and the mic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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