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 ground war

that same old style
Same old song, same old
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
Into I ever miss yo
You still shit
Thinkin' all that, you've got

The rep and props but you can't 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 can't
You wanna steal my voice, steal our
Steal my beats, you wanna around
I play son, shorts 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' like a
Yeah, what I give ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whether or not, you it or not, you're wack it's 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, fuck it I it
Yo Ced, and grab the mic

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

The that stand to all that wanna try
To step to the Gee get roast and I 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 grip you're fake a bad night-mare
with Freddie, you know you're not
You sound immature, a amateur petty

(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, true
But now we're and, MC's we're slappin'
We're givin' no slack and, because wack
And yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, yeah, you ain't
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