Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

Pussy punk perpetrators and haters
They can't us 'cause we two are the greatest
Back out to let 'em it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow in the presence of players and kiss the karats

A full of baggage for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw
Straight off the key, percent G

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

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

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

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

Watch your back your homies that you feel is real
homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas got the playa 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 and flip to rob a port
I sip my Vdozen on the street, bump my
That's when I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody

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

Nigga trip and screw the silencer on, you softly
How you step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, and records 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 with the lean
The one, huh? What?
The one, huh, nigga what?

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

I'ma 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 and kick it, write my own ticket
Livin' lavish lifestyle of and big dickin'

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

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

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

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

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

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