Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

Only the can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred dollar billers and real
Bitches dime figures, telekinesis in my mind
Make my shine then I blind, niggas

Pussy punk perpetrators and playa
They can't fade us we two are the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fake and faggots
Bow down in the of players and kiss the karats

A wrist full of for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my
Uncut, no lactose, the raw dose
Straight off the key, hundred G

puttin' it down on Miami's behalf?
Home of the nickel pooch and the raw
we go, the impression's felt
The is stamped on the bag when the dope is dealt
(The one)

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene with the gangsta
The real one, What?
The one, huh, nigga, what?

Gat in the back, top
one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, nigga,

'98, playa, check your game
Make sure them young boys respect name
Keep head at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin', rock you

Watch your back with homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater
I wanna take 'em and lay slugs up in 'em

But that's trippin', and that my sport
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and to rob a port
I sip my Vdozen on the street, bump my
That's when I'm twistin' my dub, can't compete

Imagine this, G Lex on your wrist
Imagine this, about 10 on your fist
Imagine this, all hoes on your list
Huh, that would be nice but your name ain't Ice

Nigga trip and screw the silencer on, you softly
How you gonna to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, movies and and tours
So many buses in Versace, I wear it no more

Called my in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop game on this bubblin' cut"
I said, "Shoot me the track or you can too
Or if y'all wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in your Crew"

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The one, huh, nigga what?

Gat in the back, top
one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The real one, What?
The real one, huh, nigga
(The one)

I'ma stay in the field, on a for the mil's
And try to keep it real I die or get killed
So I can sit back and it, write my own ticket
Livin' lavish lifestyle of and big dickin'

that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' to perfection
with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes defended, get caught, do the sin

There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and
That's how we front it but you don't run up on it
the club packin', actin'
Got my at home C sackin', got my ones stackin'

Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin'
bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to show 'em how done
Ice-T and Marquis, you're with the real one
(The one)

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, what?

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the with the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, what?

Oh, you're fuckin' with the one
Yes, you are, yes, you are, oh,
I'm the real one, yeah, the one
Said the real one, real one, one