Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

Pussy punk perpetrators and 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 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, percent G

Who's it down on Miami's behalf?
Home of the pooch and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the felt
The real is stamped on the bag when the dope is
(The one)

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

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

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

Watch your back with your homies you feel is real
Your from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the that got the playa hater venom
I wanna take 'em outside and lay 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
That's when I'm twistin' my dub, nobody compete

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

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

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 one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, nigga
(The one)

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

Seein' that the and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis
Crimes 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
the club packin', actin'
Got my at home C sackin', got my ones stackin'

Parlay, diamond link, cubin' cable
bitches in the stable, mo' money 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
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 with the gangsta
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 one, real one, real one