Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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