Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred dollar billers and niggas
Bitches dime figures, telekinesis in my mind
Make my diamonds then I blind, niggas

Pussy punk perpetrators and haters
They can't us 'cause we two are the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the

A wrist full of baggage for all the
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw
Straight off the key, percent G

puttin' it down on Miami's behalf?
Home of the pooch and the raw half
we go, the impression's felt
The is stamped on the bag when the dope is dealt
(The one)

Gat in the back, top
one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The real one, What?
The one, huh, nigga, what?

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
The one, huh, nigga, what?

It's '98, playa, check game
Make sure them young respect your name
Keep your head at arms, reached, and ready
'Cause the streets'll you slippin', rock you steady

Watch back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the who do
Yeah, the that got the playa hater venom
I wanna take 'em and lay slugs up in 'em

But that's trippin', and that ain't my
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a
I sip my on the street, bump my beats
That's when I'm my dub, can't nobody compete

Imagine this, G Lex on your wrist
Imagine this, about 10 on your fist
Imagine this, all dime on your list
Huh, that shit be nice but your name ain't Ice

Nigga trip and screw the silencer on, you softly
How you gonna to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, movies and and tours
So many buses in Versace, I don't it no more

Called my in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop some game on this cut"
I said, "Shoot me the or you can come too
Or if wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew"

Gat in the back, top
one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
The one, huh, nigga what?

Gat in the back, top
one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, nigga
(The one)

I'ma stay in the field, on a for the mil's
And try to keep it real I die or get killed
So I can sit back and it, write my own ticket
Livin' lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

Seein' that the and the South's connected
Formulatin', game to perfection
with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes defended, get caught, do the sin

There's in the 600, drunk and blunted
how we front it but you don't wanna run up on it
Inside the packin', actin'
Got my bitch at home C sackin', got my ones

Parlay, playin' diamond link, cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' money on the
I'm back in the game to 'em how it's done
and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one
(The one)

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene with the gangsta
The one, huh? What?
The one, huh, nigga what?

Gat in the back, top
one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The one, huh, nigga what?

Oh, fuckin' with the real one
Yes, you are, yes, you are, oh,
I'm the real one, yeah, the one
Said the one, real one, real one