Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Real

Brothers wanna know, what's goin' on the 4-1-1
On the group, and so on and so
So what you talk for, you know what I for
A motherfuckin' war

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

I'd rather rip, and the flip trip
On the mic grip and hit, and then
I never ever miss yo
You ain't shit
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, who's see
Come here, come here child yeah
I got flavor, style,

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

You help better 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, keep fakin' 'em, make make 'em
'em, bakin' 'em, no mistaken 'em
Dope, hyper, raw def MC
Wanna 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
been makin' hits while you've been suckin' dicks
Around the town, for a hardcore deal
Yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, yeah, you ain't
Niggaz,yeah,you real
Niggaz, you ain't
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 rhymes in store for they ass
They got the style to kick no shit
I bust rhymes and heat and blow shit out

Let me ask one
You think I off? Well come test then
You the man to stop the Big X
Fuck around become next

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

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

Winnin', like the Giants
You got rhymes to kick? 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 control soul Gee get right
Into the mix like a DJ 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 said, I think
You rhyme like butter you're soft and you're quite

Tryin' to perpetrate, sayin' you're hard
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, true
But now we're back and, MC's we're
We're no slack and, because you're wack
And yeah, you real

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

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