Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

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

Who's puttin' it down on behalf?
Home of the nickel pooch and the raw
Everywhere we go, the impression's
The real is stamped on the bag the dope is dealt
(The one)

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene 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 real one, huh, nigga,

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

Watch your back with your homies that you is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the hater venom
I wanna take 'em and lay slugs 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, can't nobody

this, hundred G Lex on your wrist
Imagine this, 10 karats on your fist
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 step to me, kid, you up off me
TV, movies and and tours
So buses in Versace, I don't wear it no more

my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop some on this bubblin' cut"
I said, "Shoot me the track or you can too
Or if y'all ball in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew"

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 with the lean
The real one, What?
The real one, huh, 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 kick it, write my own
Livin' lavish lifestyle of and big dickin'

Seein' that the West and the connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to
with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes defended, get caught, do the sin

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

Parlay, diamond link, cubin' cable
bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm in the game to show '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 gangsta
The real one, What?
The real one, huh, what?

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