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 nigga from back in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing
Ahh, left with the right 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, the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck
Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm
Hardcore's the way that I yo
Back in eighty-eight I to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still strong as malt
So mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga?
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Now when I in the mirror, what do I see?
Besides a nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to
I see reflection, description young male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic
Droppin my third album, for more like Charles Bronson
(what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em
Takin this so-called rap to another level
The capital W to the C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, with my Turkish earring
with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Horns...
the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four
Locked down for years now releasin
Lettin my testicles swing from right left left right back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, looka
Beast known to make you give your hood up
Cooler than a chollo, my stroll on
Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my
Bitches wasn't down now wannabe on my
I'm kickin raps 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 back in
And I can still when niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
it Cleotus I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you can't the reign
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 motherfuckin
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the flyest
Let it