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
Nigga who is
Who me? Oh, I be that from back in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Changed
Ahh, stage with the right angle even
We got the Circle 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, with the slow 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 strong as malt liquor
So mirror mirror who's the motherfuckin
Cause I'm the nigga
Now when I look in the mirror, do I see?
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 male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, as Magic Johnson
my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a of em
Takin this gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin my Turkish earring
Down with the zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the nigga
Cause I'm the nigga
Horns...
Bring the back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can fuck it up and it as if it was a four track
Locked down for years now releasin
Lettin my testicles swing from right left right then back to the left
that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast to make you give your motherfuckin hood up
than a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, fuck all you should be my logo
Bitches wasn't down now on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps than Leroy on Fame jeans
But gets nathin but dug out like a booger
Cause Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the back in time
And I can still remember niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record
No doubt, deep down knowin I all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you can't the reign
to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the
So the nigga, mirror mirror solve the riddle
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the nigga?
Let it