Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Real

Brothers wanna know, what's goin' on about the
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
Same old song, old thang
Sweatin' yourself, you're gettin' yo
Huh, but you still can't

I'd rather rip, and the flip trip
On the mic grip and hit, and trip
Into I ever miss yo
You ain't shit
Thinkin' all that, you've got

The rep and props but you can't rap
Wanna talk about a wannabe, gonna be
gonna be, who's gonna see
Come near here, come here child
I got flavor, style,

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

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

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

You got nerve to talk that
What about that, yeah, what's up with rumor talkin'
We can't a hit
We've been makin' hits 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 ain't

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

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

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

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

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 that stays in first place

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

Yo let's begin with a phrase that's 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 to all that wanna try
To step to the Gee get and I wonder why
Hmm, like Arsenio said, I think
You rhyme like you're soft and you're quite stink

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

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

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

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

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