Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

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

A full of baggage for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my
Uncut, no lactose, the raw dose
Straight off the key, hundred G

Who's puttin' it down on Miami's
of the nickel pooch and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the felt
The is stamped on the bag when the dope is dealt
(The one)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga trip and screw the on, rock you softly
How you gonna to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, and records and tours
So buses in Versace, I don't wear it no more

Called my in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop some on this 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
one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The real one, What?
The one, huh, nigga what?

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

stay 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 and kick it, write my own ticket
Livin' lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

Seein' the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', game to perfection
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 wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin',
Got my bitch at C sackin', got my ones stackin'

Parlay, diamond link, cubin' cable
Baddest in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to 'em how it's done
and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one
(The one)

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

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

Oh, fuckin' with the real one
Yes, you are, yes, you are, oh,
I'm the real one, yeah, the one
Said the real one, one, real one