Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

Only the realest can us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred dollar billers and real
Bitches with figures, telekinesis in my mind
Make my shine then I blind, niggas

punk perpetrators and playa haters
They can't fade us 'cause we two are the
Back out to let 'em it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow in the presence of players and kiss the karats

A wrist full of for all the maggots
up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw
Straight off the key, hundred G

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

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

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

But that's trippin', and that my sport
I'd lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port
I sip my Vdozen on the street, bump my
when I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete

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

Nigga trip and screw the on, rock 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 wear it no

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

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

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

I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the
And try to keep it till I die or get killed
So I can sit and kick it, write my own ticket
Livin' lavish of trickin' and big dickin'

that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis
cold defended, get caught, do the sin

There's politickin' in the 600, and blunted
That's how we front it but you don't run up on it
Inside the club packin',
Got my bitch at C sackin', got my ones stackin'

Parlay, playin' diamond link, cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' money on the
I'm back in the game to show 'em how done
Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the one
(The one)

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

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

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