Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

Pussy perpetrators and playa haters
can't fade us 'cause we two are the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the

A wrist full of baggage for all the
up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, the raw dose
off the key, hundred percent G

Who's puttin' it on Miami's behalf?
of the nickel pooch and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression's
The real is on the bag when the dope is dealt
(The one)

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

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

It's '98, playa, check your
sure them young boys respect your name
Keep head at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the catch you slippin', rock you steady

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

But that's trippin', and that my sport
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a
I sip my on the street, bump my beats
when I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete

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

Nigga trip and screw the silencer on, rock you
How you step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, and records and tours
So many in Versace, I don't wear it no more

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

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

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

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

Seein' that the and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis
cold defended, get caught, do the sin

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

Parlay, playin' diamond link, cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' on the table
I'm in the game to show 'em how it's done
Ice-T and Marquis, fuckin' with the real one
(The one)

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

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

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