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 that nigga from in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Changed
Ahh, left with the right angle even
We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis
Get down, and ya don't
Yeah yeah, that's it nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, check one one, peep the
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue I'm comin
Hardcore's the way that I yo
Back in I used to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still as malt liquor
So mirror mirror who's the nigga?
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Now I look 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, start to click
I see your reflection, description young holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as 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 level
The capital W to the motherfuckers in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish
Down the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring beat back, yeah
Like so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for years now myself
Lettin my testicles swing from left left right then back to the left
that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to make you give your hood up
than a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my
Bitches wasn't down now on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on Fame
But gets nathin but dug out like a booger
Cause like on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in
And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me
Beat it 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 stop the
to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror solve the
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
that, I'm the one, shit
Horns...
Am I the flyest
Let it