Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But trippin', and that ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp up my and flip to rob a port
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 karats on fist
Imagine this, all hoes on your list
Huh, shit would be nice but your name ain't Ice

Nigga and screw the silencer on, rock you softly
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

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

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

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

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

Seein' the West 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
That's how we it but you don't wanna run up on it
the club packin', actin'
Got my bitch at home C sackin', got my ones

Parlay, playin' link, cubin' cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' on the table
I'm back in the game to show 'em how 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, What?
The one, huh, nigga what?

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

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