Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

Only the realest can feel us, and killers
dollar billers and real niggas
Bitches with dime figures, in my mind
Make my diamonds shine I blind, niggas

Pussy perpetrators 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 and kiss the karats

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

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

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

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

It's '98, playa, check game
Make them young boys respect your name
Keep your head at arms, reached, and ready
'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, the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater
I wanna 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em

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

Imagine this, hundred G Lex on 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

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

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 ball 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, huh?
The one, huh, nigga 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)

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' lavish of trickin' and big dickin'

Seein' that the West and the connected
Formulatin', plottin' to perfection
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new shit
Crimes defended, get caught, do the sin

There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and
That's how we front it but you wanna run up on it
the club packin', actin'
Got my bitch at home C sackin', got my stackin'

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
Real one on the scene with the gangsta
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, what?

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

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