Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

Pussy perpetrators and playa haters
They can't fade us we two are the greatest
Back out to let 'em it, fake fucks 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 puttin' it on Miami's behalf?
Home of the nickel pooch and the raw
Everywhere we go, the felt
The is stamped on the bag when the dope is dealt
(The one)

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

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

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

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

But that's trippin', and that my sport
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, hundred G Lex on your
Imagine this, about 10 karats on fist
Imagine this, all dime on your list
Huh, that shit 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, movies and and tours
So many buses in Versace, I don't wear it no

my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop some game on 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 the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
The one, huh, nigga what?
(The one)

I'ma stay in the field, on a for the mil's
And try to keep it till 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 and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' to perfection
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis
cold defended, get caught, do the sin

There's politickin' in the 600, 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' diamond link, cubin'
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' money on the
I'm back in the game to show 'em how done
Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' the real one
(The one)

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

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

Oh, you're with 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