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 ground war

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 got the style to kick no shit
I bust rhymes and heat and just blow out

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

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

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

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

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

The phrase that stand to all 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 quite stink

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

(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, Ultra
But now we're back and, MC's we're
We're givin' no slack and, you're wack
And yeah, you real

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

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