Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

Only the realest can feel us, and killers
Hundred dollar billers and niggas
with dime figures, telekinesis in my mind
Make my diamonds shine I blind, niggas

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

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, hundred G

Who's puttin' it down on Miami's
Home of the nickel pooch and the raw
Everywhere we go, the felt
The real is stamped on the bag when the is dealt
(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 with the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, nigga,

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

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

But that's trippin', and that ain't my
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and to rob a port
I sip my Vdozen on the street, bump my
That's when I'm twistin' my dub, can't compete

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

Nigga trip and screw the on, rock you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you up off me
TV, movies and and tours
So many in Versace, I don't wear it no more

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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