Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

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

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

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, hundred G

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

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

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

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

Watch your back your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, the ones who do
Yeah, the that got the playa hater venom
I wanna take 'em outside and lay up in 'em

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

Imagine this, G Lex on your wrist
Imagine this, about 10 karats on fist
Imagine this, all dime hoes on list
Huh, that shit would be nice but your name 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 wear it no

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 y'all wanna ball in Cali, fly in your whole Crew"

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene with the gangsta
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)

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

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

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

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

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

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene with the gangsta
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 one, yeah, the real one
Said the real one, real one, one