Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the with the bumps
Bump, c'mon,
Comin through the alley with a full of funk
who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the angle even
We got the MAAD Circle in the dis evenin
Get down, and ya don't
yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, check one one, peep the
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck
out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin
Hardcore's the way I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I used to for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still strong as liquor
So mirror mirror 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 album, back 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 motherfuckers C-me in a
All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish
Down with the mad-ass zoo, I you knew
I flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga
Cause I'm the nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, 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 from 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 a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my
Bitches wasn't down now on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets but dug out like a booger
Cause like on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the back in time
And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me
Beat it Cleotus I to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I all they artists out
But me out now nigga, you can't stop the reign
Here to reclaim the
It's the fingers 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 flyest
Let it