Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the niggaz the bumps
Bump, c'mon,
Comin the alley with a trunk full of funk
who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the
Once up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right angle
We got the MAAD Circle in the dis evenin
Get down, and ya quit
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, bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out tongue motherfuckers I'm comin
the way that I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I used to for the crew Low Pro
A year vet still strong as malt liquor
So mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga?
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Now when I look in the mirror, what do I
Besides a shady-ass slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description young male his dillznick
Chest out Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson
Droppin my third album, for more like Charles Bronson
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a of em
Takin this gangster 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 zoo, I thought you knew
I flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga
Cause I'm the nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring beat back, yeah
Like that so I can it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked for years now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from right left left then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, nigga
Beast known to make you give your hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my on
Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my
Bitches wasn't down now wannabe on my
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on jeans
But they gets but dug out like a booger
Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of
Put the, put, put the needle back in
And I can still remember when niggaz let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to it from record labels
No doubt, deep down I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the
Here to the fame
It's the fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror solve the riddle
Cause I'm the nigga
that, I'm the one, shit
Horns...
Am I the nigga?
Let it