Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

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

punk perpetrators and playa haters
They can't us 'cause we two are the greatest
Back out to let 'em it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and 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
off the key, hundred percent G

Who's puttin' it down on behalf?
of the nickel pooch and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the felt
The real is stamped on the bag when the dope is
(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
Real one on the scene with the gangsta
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, nigga,

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

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

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

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

Nigga and screw the silencer 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 wear it no more

my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, some game 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, What?
The real one, huh, nigga

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
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 till I die or get
So I can sit back and kick it, my own ticket
lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

Seein' that the West and the South's
Formulatin', game to perfection
with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes 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
the club packin', actin'
Got my bitch at C sackin', got my ones stackin'

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

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

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

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