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 I came for
A ground war

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

I'd rather rip, and still the trip
On the mic grip and hit, and then
I never ever miss yo
You still shit
Thinkin' you're all that, got

The rep and props but you still rap
Wanna talk a wannabe, never gonna be
Ever gonna be, who's see
near here, come here child yeah
I got flavor, style,

Yo, you can't
You steal my voice, steal our sound
Steal my beats, you wanna fuck
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, what I give ya

Shakin' 'em, keep fakin' 'em, make makin' 'em
'em, bakin' '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 that 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 ain't
Niggaz,yeah,you ain't
Niggaz, you ain't
Niggaz, yeah, you real

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

Yeah, wanna blast
I rhymes in store for they ass
They ain't got the to kick no shit
I bust rhymes and heat and 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 around become next

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

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

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

Yo let's begin a phrase that's quite hype
I'll control with Gee get right
the mix like 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 like butter you're soft and you're quite stink

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

(You ready)
Tto step on the stage, get hit with the 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 slappin'
givin' 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 ain't
Niggaz, yeah, you you real
Niggaz, man get out my