Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

Only the realest can feel us, and killers
Hundred dollar and real niggas
with dime figures, telekinesis in my mind
Make my diamonds then I blind, niggas

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

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

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

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

'98, playa, check your game
Make sure them young boys your name
Keep your at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin', rock you

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

But that's trippin', and ain't my sport
I'd lamp up my cirb 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

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

trip 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 don't it no more

my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, some game on this bubblin' cut"
I said, "Shoot me the track or you can too
Or if wanna 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, what?

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

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

that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new shit
cold defended, get caught, do the sin

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

Parlay, diamond link, cubin' cable
bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to show 'em how it's
and Marquis, you're 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
Real one on the scene with the lean
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, nigga

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