Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the with the bumps
Bump, c'mon,
Comin through the alley with a trunk full of
Nigga who is
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Changed
Ahh, stage left with the angle even
We got the MAAD in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya quit
Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, this shit, rock it
Aight, check one one, the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, thumpin
out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin
Hardcore's the way that I yo
in eighty-eight I used to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still strong as liquor
So mirror mirror who's the motherfuckin
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Now when I in the mirror, what do I see?
Besides a nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to
I see your reflection, description young holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, as Magic Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for like Charles Bronson
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a of em
this so-called gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the motherfuckers C-me in a
so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring
Down the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, that beat back, yeah
Like so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for years now myself
Lettin my testicles swing from left left right then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, looka
Beast known to make you give your motherfuckin up
Cooler than a chollo, my stroll on
solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches wasn't down now on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps than Leroy on Fame jeans
But gets nathin but dug out like a booger
Cause like on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in
And I can still remember when wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep knowin I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the
Here to the fame
It's the four fingers up, two in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror the riddle
Cause I'm the nigga
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the flyest
Let it