Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

Pussy punk and playa haters
They fade us 'cause we two are the greatest
Back out to let 'em it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the of players and kiss the karats

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

puttin' it down on Miami's behalf?
Home of the nickel pooch and the raw
Everywhere we go, the felt
The real is stamped on the bag 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 scene with the lean
The real one, What?
The one, huh, nigga, what?

It's '98, playa, your game
Make sure them young respect your name
your head at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the catch you slippin', rock you steady

Watch your back with your homies 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 outside and lay up in 'em

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

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

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

Called my in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop some game on this cut"
I said, "Shoot me the or you can come too
Or if y'all wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in whole 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, What?
The one, huh, nigga what?
(The one)

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

that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', game to perfection
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis
Crimes defended, get caught, do the sin

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

Parlay, playin' link, cubin' cable
bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to 'em how it's done
Ice-T and Marquis, fuckin' with the real one
(The one)

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

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

Oh, fuckin' 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