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 with dime figures, telekinesis in my
Make my diamonds then I blind, niggas

Pussy punk perpetrators and haters
can't 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
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw
off the key, hundred percent G

Who's it down on Miami's behalf?
Home of the nickel 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 scene with the gangsta
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, nigga,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, I'll fly in whole Crew"

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

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene with the gangsta
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 it real till I die or get killed
So I can sit back and it, write my own ticket
Livin' lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' to perfection
Down the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
cold defended, get caught, do the sin

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

Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin'
Baddest 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 with the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, what?

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

Oh, fuckin' with 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