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

Talkin' same old style
old song, same old thang
Sweatin' yourself, you're busy yo
Huh, but you still can't

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

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

Yo, you compete
You steal 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
Drink you up a cup of Tropicana juice
I got more, flowin' a river
Yeah, what I give ya

Shakin' 'em, keep fakin' 'em, make make '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 make a hit
We've been makin' while you've been suckin' dicks
Around the town, lookin' for a deal
Yeah, you real

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

Niggaz, who are you? You real
Niggaz, yeah, you you real
Niggaz, man
Niggaz, get out my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(You ready)
Tto on the stage, get hit with 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 back and, MC's we're slappin'
We're givin' no slack and, you're wack
And yeah, you ain't

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

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