Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

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

A wrist full of for all the maggots
up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, the raw dose
Straight off the key, percent G

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

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

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

But trippin', and that ain't my sport
I'd lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port
I sip my on the street, bump my beats
That's I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete

this, hundred G Lex on your wrist
Imagine this, 10 karats on your fist
this, all dime hoes on your list
Huh, that shit would be 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, and records and tours
So many buses in Versace, I don't it no more

my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop some game on 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 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, nigga
(The one)

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

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

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

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

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the with the gangsta 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, 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
Said the real one, real one, one