Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

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

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

Who's puttin' it down on behalf?
Home of the pooch and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression's
The real is stamped on the bag when the dope is
(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 the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, nigga,

It's '98, playa, your game
Make sure young boys respect 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
homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the hater venom
I wanna 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em

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

Imagine this, hundred G Lex on your
Imagine this, 10 karats on your fist
Imagine this, all dime hoes on your
Huh, that shit would be nice but your name Ice

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin'
Baddest in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the to show 'em how it's done
Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' the real one
(The one)

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

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

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