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 ground war

Talkin' that same old
old song, same 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 then
Into I never ever yo
You still ain't
you're all that, you've got

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

Yo, you compete
You wanna my voice, steal our sound
Steal my beats, you wanna 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 about a man, yo who is he or she

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

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, wanna blast
I keep rhymes in store for ass
They got the style to kick no shit
I bust and heat and just blow shit out

Let me ask one
You think I fell off? Well come test
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, motherfuckers quit

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

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

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

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

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

(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 and, because you're wack
And yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, yeah, you real
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