Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the niggaz with the
Bump, c'mon,
Comin through the with a trunk full of funk
Nigga who is
Who me? Oh, I be that from back in the days
Once up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed
Ahh, stage with the right angle even
We got the Circle in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya don't
Yeah yeah, it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, one one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue I'm comin
Hardcore's the way I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I used to flow for the Low Pro
A seven year vet strong as malt liquor
So mirror mirror the motherfuckin nigga?
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Now when I in the mirror, what 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, as Magic Johnson
my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a of em
Takin this so-called gangster rap to another
The capital W to the C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin with my earring
Down the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the nigga
Cause I'm the nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring that back, yeah
Like so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for now releasin myself
my testicles swing from right left left right then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, looka
Beast known to you give your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, my stroll on
solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches down now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets but dug out like a booger
like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle in time
And I can still remember when niggaz let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I take all they out
But me out now nigga, you can't 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
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the nigga?
Let it