Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Watch your back your homies that you feel is real
homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa 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 and flip to rob a port
I sip my on the street, bump my beats
when I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete

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

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

Called my in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop some game on this cut"
I said, "Shoot me the track or you can 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 lean
The real one, What?
The real one, huh, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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