Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

Pussy punk perpetrators and haters
They can't fade us 'cause we two are the
Back out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and
Bow down in the presence of players and the karats

A wrist of baggage for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw
Straight off the key, percent G

Who's puttin' it down on behalf?
Home of the pooch and the raw half
we go, the impression's 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 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 real one, huh, nigga,

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

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

But that's trippin', and that my sport
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a
I sip my on the street, bump 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 your
Imagine this, all hoes on your list
Huh, that shit would be nice but name ain't Ice

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

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 wanna 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 the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The one, huh, nigga what?
(The one)

I'ma stay in the field, on a for the mil's
And try to keep it real till I die or get
So I can sit back and kick it, write my own
Livin' lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

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

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

Parlay, playin' link, cubin' cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' money on the
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 scene with the 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 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