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 full of
Nigga who is
Who me? Oh, I be nigga 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 Circle in the house dis
Get down, and ya quit
Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, it
Aight, check one one, the blizzo
My trademark, as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm
Hardcore's the way I swing yo
in eighty-eight I used to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still strong as liquor
So mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga?
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Now I look in the mirror, what do I see?
a shady-ass nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description young male 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
this so-called gangster rap to another level
The W to the motherfuckers C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin my Turkish earring
Down the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin
Cause I'm the nigga
Horns...
the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can fuck it up and it as if it was a four track
Locked for years now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from right left left right then back to the
It's that quickster, mad hister, looka
Beast known to make you give your hood up
Cooler than a chollo, my stroll on
Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz be my logo
Bitches wasn't down now wannabe on my
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter 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 back in
And I can still remember niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I 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
Here to reclaim the
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror the riddle
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
that, I'm the one, shit
Horns...
Am I the nigga?
Let it