Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

Pussy perpetrators and playa haters
They can't us 'cause we two are the greatest
out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow in the presence of players and kiss the karats

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, hundred G

Who's it down on Miami's behalf?
Home of the nickel pooch and the raw
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 with 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, What?
The one, huh, nigga, what?

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

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 take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em

But that's trippin', and ain't 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

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

Nigga and screw the silencer on, rock you softly
How you gonna to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, movies and and tours
So many buses in Versace, I wear it no more

Called my 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 y'all wanna ball in Cali, fly in your whole Crew"

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

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

Seein' that the West and the South's
Formulatin', plottin' game to
with 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 front it but you don't run up on it
the club packin', actin'
Got my at home C sackin', got my ones stackin'

Parlay, playin' link, cubin' cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' on the table
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 the gangsta lean
The real one, What?
The real one, huh, what?

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