Luyện nghe bài hát Right One-

[Forte'
If you want it you get it partner!
What you think it look Nutzbaby...

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

[Forte' 1st
El first name John
on
You foes only do with new kicks on
Toe toes my brother
Pass the Grey
Hoe cronies I know what the fuck y'all on
So long, a brother
Learn it in
I want a man, my beat Jamaicans rock on flows
Laugh now, you The Score
I killed The Carnival
Don't
You me before the solo record dropped
What?! I'm into on
Movin' slow, - national
Since I fork through the
Called my first a hoe, 'cause I sweat her
Now I know better, to let it flow, I never met her
And let the show tour broads to fuck a man, in the spotlight
That's why I the upperhand
Damn! You know the
Shit is straight, 'til I it
Who fresh? You blow 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 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!

- 2nd Verse]
Well it ain't but a word
The noise I heard, could make a crew want to shoot up every party and
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 line start with me, and it ends in the
You don't love me, I you like the record!!! Don't touch me!!!
stay wack, like crack, in the dutchee
So why try me?
Swift, I do be
You get touched more than frisked by club
Lovely, it look like?
My run stuff
Every time I touch a mic you to, "Throw Guns Up!"
Hard to
Here to swipe the next dollar
Crimes, collar
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 Dirty Cash, November we'll be gone!
it!

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

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

[Jeni