Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

Only the can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred dollar and real niggas
with dime figures, telekinesis in my mind
Make my diamonds shine I blind, niggas

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

A full of baggage for all the maggots
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 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 the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, nigga,

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

'98, playa, check your game
Make sure them young respect your name
Keep your head at arms, reached, cocked and
'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, they're the who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater
I take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em

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

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

trip and screw the silencer on, rock you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you up off me
TV, movies and records and
So many buses in Versace, I wear it no more

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

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

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

Seein' that the West and the South's
Formulatin', plottin' game to
Down 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 wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin',
Got my at home C sackin', got my ones stackin'

Parlay, playin' diamond link, cable
bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm in the game to show '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 lean
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, nigga

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