Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the niggaz with the
Bump, c'mon,
through the alley with a trunk full of funk
Nigga who is
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the
again 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 don't
Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock shit, rock it
Aight, check one one, the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck
Stick out your tongue I'm comin
Hardcore's the way that I yo
in eighty-eight I used to flow for the crew Low Pro
A year vet still strong as malt liquor
So mirror mirror who's the nigga?
Cause I'm the nigga
Now when I in the mirror, what do I see?
Besides a shady-ass nigga slash one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to
I see your reflection, description young male holdin his
out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for 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 in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin my Turkish earring
Down with the mad-ass zoo, I you knew
I bring to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring that back, yeah
Like that so I can fuck it up and it as if it was a four track
Locked down for now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from left left right then back to the left
It's quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to make you give your motherfuckin up
Cooler than a chollo, my stroll on
Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my
Bitches down now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on Fame
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 wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I take all artists out
But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the
Here to reclaim the
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror the riddle
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the nigga?
Let it