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
with dime figures, telekinesis in my mind
Make my shine then 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 players and kiss the

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

Who's puttin' it on Miami's behalf?
Home of the nickel pooch and the raw
we go, the impression's felt
The is stamped on the bag when the dope 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 with the gangsta lean
The real one, What?
The one, huh, nigga, what?

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

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

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

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

Nigga trip and screw the on, rock you softly
How you step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, movies and records and
So buses in Versace, I don't 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 in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew"

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

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

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

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

Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin'
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 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 real one, huh, what?

Oh, you're with 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