Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the with the bumps
Bump, c'mon,
Comin through the alley with a trunk full of
who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that from back in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right angle
We got the MAAD in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya quit
Yeah yeah, that's it nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, check one one, the blizzo
My trademark, as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck
Stick out your motherfuckers I'm comin
the way that I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I used to for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still strong as malt
So mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga?
Cause I'm the nigga
Now when I look in the mirror, do I see?
Besides a shady-ass nigga rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, images to click
I see your reflection, young male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles
(what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em
Takin this so-called gangster rap to another
The capital W to the C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish
Down with the zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Horns...
Bring the beat back, that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from right left left then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, looka
Beast known to make you give motherfuckin hood 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 than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets nathin but dug out a booger
Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of
Put the, put, put the needle back in
And I can still remember when wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it record labels
No doubt, down knowin I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you stop the reign
Here to reclaim the
It's the fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror solve the
Cause I'm the nigga
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the nigga?
Let it