Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the with the bumps
Bump, c'mon,
Comin the alley with a trunk full of funk
who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga back in the days
Once up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right even
We got the MAAD in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya quit
yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, check one one, the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow tempo (what?)
Bumpin, bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue I'm comin
the way that I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still strong as liquor
So mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga?
Cause I'm the nigga
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 away quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, as Magic Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a of em
Takin so-called gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the motherfuckers C-me in a
so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring
Down with the mad-ass zoo, I you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the nigga
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring beat back, yeah
Like that so I can it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for years now releasin
Lettin my testicles swing from right left left right back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, nigga
known to make you give your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my on
Goin solo, all you niggaz should be my logo
wasn't down now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on jeans
But they gets nathin but dug out like a
Cause Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
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, deep down knowin I all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the
to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror the riddle
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the nigga?
Let it