Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

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

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 and kiss the karats

A full of baggage for all the maggots
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 and the raw half
we go, the impression's felt
The real is stamped on the bag the dope is dealt
(The one)

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the with 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 real one, huh, nigga,

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

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

But that's trippin', and that 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 when I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody

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

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

Called my 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 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
(The one)

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

Seein' the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' to perfection
Down 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 don't run up on it
the club packin', actin'
Got my bitch at home C sackin', got my ones

Parlay, diamond link, cubin' cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' on the table
I'm in the game 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 the gangsta lean
The real one, What?
The real one, huh, what?

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