Luyện nghe bài hát Right One-

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

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

[Forte' 1st
El first name John
on
You only do shows with new kicks on
Toe toes with my
the Grey Poupon
Hoe cronies I know what the fuck y'all on
So long, a gone
Learn it in
I want a sista man, my beat Jamaicans on flows
Laugh now, you The Score
I killed The Carnival
Don't
You me before the solo record dropped
What?! I'm passing on
Movin' slow, inter -
Since I fork 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 tour broads quick 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 gonna it? Only if you know it!

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

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

If you it, we got it! (You got The Right 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 nothing but a word
The noise I heard, could make a crew want to shoot up party and slide
Like I'm supposed to you love to try to get inside
Club promoters 'fessin' with their guest lists
Sleek, I'm deep
All brothers in fact, now the line start me, and it ends in the back
You don't love me, I know you the record!!! Don't touch me!!!
Niggas stay wack, crack, in the dutchee
So why try me?
Swift, I do be
You get touched than frisked by club security
Lovely, what it like?
My sons run
Every I touch a mic you want to, "Throw Guns Up!"
Hard to
Here to swipe the next dollar
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"]
it, Check it!
I got The One
the one
Allstars, ichi bang (Japanese for one Rap Song)
Niggas up saying, "Pras, put me on!"
Hear my
along
it on

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

[Forte' & Jeni -
Ain't no moonshine last long!

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

[Jeni