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 dime 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 have it, fucks and faggots
Bow down in the of players and kiss the karats

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

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

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

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

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 wanna 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em

But that's trippin', and ain't my sport
I'd rather 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 wrist
Imagine this, about 10 karats on fist
Imagine this, all dime hoes on list
Huh, that would be nice 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, and records 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 y'all ball in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew"

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
one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The real one, What?
The real one, huh, nigga
(The one)

I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the
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 in the 600, drunk 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' 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, fuckin' with the real one
(The one)

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 one, huh, nigga 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