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
Bitches with figures, telekinesis in my mind
my diamonds shine then I blind, niggas

Pussy punk perpetrators and playa
They fade us 'cause we two are the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fake and faggots
Bow down in the presence of and kiss the karats

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 it down on Miami's behalf?
Home of the 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
Real one on the scene with the lean
The real one, What?
The one, huh, nigga, what?

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

'98, playa, check your game
Make them young boys respect your name
your head at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin', rock you

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

But that's trippin', and ain't my sport
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
this, about 10 karats on your fist
Imagine this, all dime hoes on your
Huh, that would be nice but your name ain't Ice

Nigga trip and screw the silencer on, rock you
How you gonna 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 on this bubblin' cut"
I said, "Shoot me the or you can come too
Or if y'all wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in whole Crew"

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

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

I'ma stay in the field, on a 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
lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

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

politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted
That's how we front it but you wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin',
Got my bitch at home C sackin', got my stackin'

Parlay, playin' link, cubin' cable
bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to show 'em how done
and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one
(The one)

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

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

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