Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the niggaz the bumps
Bump, c'mon,
Comin through the alley with a trunk of funk
who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be nigga from back in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right angle
We got the MAAD in the house 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, the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, bumpin, neck thumpin
out your tongue motherfuckers 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 still as malt liquor
So mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga?
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Now when I 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, deadly as Johnson
Droppin my third album, for more like Charles Bronson
(what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em
Takin so-called gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the motherfuckers in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin with my earring
with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring that beat back,
Like that so I can 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
known to make you give your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches wasn't down now wannabe on my
Cause I'm raps tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they nathin 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 back in
And I can still remember niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record
No doubt, down knowin I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you stop the reign
Here to the fame
It's the four 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 nigga?
Let it