Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the niggaz the bumps
Bump, c'mon,
Comin through the alley with a full of funk
Nigga who is
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from in the days
Once up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right angle
We got the MAAD in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya don't
Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, it
Aight, one one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck
Stick out tongue motherfuckers I'm comin
the way that I swing yo
Back in I used to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet strong as malt liquor
So mirror mirror who's the nigga?
Cause I'm the nigga
Now when I look in the mirror, do I see?
Besides a shady-ass slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and think quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description young male his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Johnson
Droppin my third album, for more like Charles Bronson
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a of em
Takin this so-called rap to another level
The capital W to the C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, with my Turkish earring
with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga
Cause I'm the nigga
Horns...
the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can it up and treat it as if it was a four track
down for years now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing right left left right then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, looka
known to make you give your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my on
Goin solo, all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches wasn't now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets nathin but dug out like a
like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in
And I can remember when niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from labels
No doubt, deep down I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you stop the reign
Here to the fame
It's the four up, two twisted in the middle
So the nigga, mirror mirror solve the riddle
Cause I'm the nigga
that, I'm the one, shit
Horns...
Am I the nigga?
Let it