Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

Pussy punk and playa 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 the karats

A wrist full of 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 it down on Miami's behalf?
of the nickel pooch and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression's
The real is stamped on the bag when the dope is
(The one)

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

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

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

Watch back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the 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
That's when I'm twistin' my dub, nobody compete

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

Nigga and screw the silencer on, rock you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you 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 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
Real one on the scene with the 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 one, huh, nigga what?
(The one)

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

Seein' the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' to perfection
Down with the Syndicate, new tennis 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 packin', actin'
Got my bitch at home C sackin', got my stackin'

Parlay, diamond link, cubin' cable
bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the to show 'em how it's done
and Marquis, you're 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 the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, what?

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