Luyện nghe bài hát Right One-

[Forte'
If you it you 'gon' get it partner!
What you it look like? Nutzbaby...

My I ain't tell you from the jump brotha
Don't judge me 'cause of baby...Let me know!

1st Verse]
El Capitan first John
on
You only do shows with new kicks on
Toe with my brother
the Grey Poupon
Hoe cronies I don't know what the fuck on
So long, a gone
it in quote
I want a man, my beat Jamaicans rock on flows
now, you know The Score
Before I The Carnival
Don't
You me before the solo record dropped
What?! I'm into on
Movin' slow, - national
I fork through the dough
Called my first a hoe, 'cause I sweat her
Now I know better, to let it flow, like I met her
And let the show tour broads to fuck a man, in the spotlight
why I maintain the upperhand
Damn! You the half
Shit is straight, I turn it
Who fresh? You blow it? Only if you know it!

[Jeni Fujita Singing (Forte' in parentheses)]
If you want it, we got it! (You got The One, baby!)
You got The One, baby!

If you want it, we got it, decide it! (You got The One, baby!)
You got The One, baby!

If you want it, we got it! (You got The One, baby!)
You got The One, baby!

If you want it, we got it, it! (You got The Right One, baby!)
You got The One, baby!

[Forte - 2nd
Well it ain't but a word
The noise I heard, could a crew want to shoot up every party and slide
Like I'm to show you love to try to get inside
Club promoters 'fessin' with their little guest
Sleek, I'm deep
All brothers in fact, now the start with me, and it ends in the back
You don't love me, I know you the record!!! Don't touch me!!!
Niggas wack, like crack, in the dutchee
So why try me?
Swift, I do be
You get touched than frisked by club security
Lovely, what it look
My sons run
Every time I a mic you want to, "Throw Guns Up!"
to follow
Here to swipe the next man's
Crimes, white
Underground, like
You the effort, all you do is make a record
You silly, like Milli's, we the milliseconds! What?!

Cash, baby!

"Pras"]
Check it, it!
I got The One
the one
Allstars, ichi bang (Japanese for one Rap Song)
Niggas up saying, "Pras, put me on!"
my song
Sing
it on

And Cash, 'til November we'll be gone!
it!

[Forte' & - Singing]
Ain't no last that long!

Around Mr.
I hater you
Rappers do stone
On the don
You embarrass me, more than chaperones at the
You in the stall, is a ball, be gone!
You ain't never knew the truth, so get me wrong!
You know how we do, it, then I spit it, and lock it!
El Capitan, you it? I got it!

[Jeni