Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Real

Brothers wanna know, goin' 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 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 still the flip
On the mic grip and hit, and then
I never ever miss yo
You still ain't
you're all that, you've got

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

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

You need help better 9-1-1
Or the Beatles, or
Drink you up like a cup of juice
I got more, like a river
Yeah, what I give ya

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

You got nerve to even 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 real

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tryin' to perpetrate, sayin' you're right
You hit grip you're fake like a bad night-mare
Freddie, you know you're not ready
You sound immature, 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, better yet, true
But now back and, MC's we're slappin'
We're no slack and, because 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