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 for, you know what I came for
A motherfuckin' war

that same old style
Same old song, same old
Sweatin' yourself, you're gettin' yo
Huh, but you still can't

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

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

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

You need help better 9-1-1
Or the Beatles, or
you up like a cup of Tropicana juice
I got more, like a river
Yeah, style's 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 to even talk that
What about that, yeah, what's up with that rumor
We make a hit
We've been makin' hits while you've been dicks
the town, lookin' for a hardcore deal
Yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, yeah, you real
Niggaz,yeah,you real
Niggaz, you real
Niggaz, yeah, you real

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

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

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

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

Yo let's begin with a phrase that's quite
I'll control with soul Gee get
Into the mix like a DJ 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, like Arsenio Hall said, I
You rhyme like butter you're soft and quite stink

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

(You ready)
Tto on the stage, get hit with the rhyme jab
Just like the Flintstones, I'll break bam bam
Bam bam bam bam bam

I'm ya
You slept on the Gee, better yet, Ultra
But now we're and, MC's we're slappin'
We're no slack and, because 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 real
Niggaz, man get out my