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 nigga from back in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing
Ahh, stage left the right angle even
We got the MAAD in the house 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, 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 look in the mirror, what do I
a shady-ass nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to
I see your reflection, description young holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles
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
with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the nigga
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring beat back, yeah
that 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 right left left right then to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, nigga
Beast known to make you your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, my stroll on
Goin solo, all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches wasn't down now wannabe on my
Cause I'm kickin tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets nathin but dug out like a
Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of
Put the, put, put the needle in time
And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the
Here to the fame
the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror solve the riddle
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
that, I'm the one, shit
Horns...
Am I the flyest
Let it