Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Real

Brothers know, what's 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' that same old
Same old song, same old
Sweatin' yourself, you're busy yo
Huh, but you can't hang

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

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

Yo, you compete
You wanna steal my voice, 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
you up like a cup of Tropicana juice
I got more, flowin' like a
Yeah, style's I give ya

Shakin' 'em, fakin' 'em, make 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 that, yeah, what's up with that rumor talkin'
We can't a hit
We've been hits while you've been suckin' dicks
the town, lookin' for a hardcore 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 in store for they ass
They ain't got the style to kick no
I rhymes and heat and just blow shit out

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

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

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

Winnin', like the 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 that's quite hype
I'll control with soul Gee get
the mix like a DJ spinnin' 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, Arsenio Hall said, I think
You rhyme like butter you're soft and you're quite

Tryin' to perpetrate, you're hard right
You hit money 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
like the Flintstones, I'll break 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, we're slappin'
We're givin' no slack and, because wack
And yeah, you real

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

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