Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

trip and screw the silencer on, rock you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you 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, chop some game on this 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 gangsta
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, nigga

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

stay 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, write my own
Livin' lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

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

politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted
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, diamond link, cubin' cable
Baddest in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the 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 one, huh, nigga what?

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

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, one, real one