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, in my mind
Make my diamonds shine then I blind,

punk perpetrators and playa haters
They fade us 'cause we two are the greatest
out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the

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

Who's it down on Miami's behalf?
Home of the nickel and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression's
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, What?
The real one, huh, nigga,

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

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

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

But that's trippin', and that ain't my
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and to rob a port
I sip my Vdozen on the street, bump my
That's when I'm twistin' my dub, can't compete

Imagine this, hundred G Lex on wrist
Imagine this, 10 karats on your fist
Imagine this, all dime on your list
Huh, that would 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 buses in Versace, I don't wear it no more

Called my in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop some game on bubblin' 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 one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, what?

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

I'ma in the field, on a quest for the mil's
And try to keep it real till I die or get
So I can sit back and it, write my own ticket
lavish 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 it but you don't wanna run up on it
the club packin', actin'
Got my bitch at C sackin', got my ones stackin'

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

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

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

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