Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the niggaz with the
Bump, c'mon,
Comin through the alley with a trunk full of
who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right even
We got the Circle 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, the blizzo
My trademark, as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck
Stick out your tongue I'm comin
Hardcore's the way I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven vet still strong as malt liquor
So mirror mirror the motherfuckin nigga?
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Now when I look in the mirror, what do I
Besides a nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and think quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description young male his dillznick
out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson
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 motherfuckers in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin with my earring
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, bring that beat back,
Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four
down for years now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from right left right then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, looka
known to make you give your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, 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 they gets nathin but dug out like a
Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in
And I can still remember when niggaz let me rhyme
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 stop the reign
Here to the fame
the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror solve the
Cause I'm the nigga
that, I'm the one, shit
Horns...
Am I the nigga?
Let it