Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

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

Pussy punk perpetrators and playa
can't fade us 'cause we two are the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fake and faggots
Bow down in the presence of and kiss the karats

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

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

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

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

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

Watch your back with your homies that you 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 trippin', and that ain't my sport
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, nobody compete

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

Nigga trip and screw the silencer on, you softly
How you step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, and records and tours
So many buses in Versace, I don't it no more

Called my 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 y'all wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in whole Crew"

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

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

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

Seein' that the West and the South's
Formulatin', plottin' game to
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 don't run up on it
Inside the club packin',
Got my bitch at home C sackin', got my stackin'

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

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

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