Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

Pussy punk perpetrators and haters
They can't fade us 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 of baggage for all the maggots
up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw
Straight off the key, percent G

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my nigga 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 ball in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew"

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

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene with the gangsta
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, what?
(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 kick it, my own ticket
Livin' lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

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

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

Parlay, diamond link, cubin' cable
bitches in the stable, mo' money 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 one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, nigga

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

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