Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

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

A wrist full of baggage for all the
up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, the raw dose
Straight off the key, percent G

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

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

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

'98, playa, check your game
Make sure young boys respect your 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 feel is
Your homeboys your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater
I take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em

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

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

Nigga and screw the silencer on, rock you softly
How you gonna 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 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 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 real till I die or get
So I can sit back and kick it, my own ticket
Livin' lavish of trickin' and big dickin'

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

There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and
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, diamond 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, you're with the real one
(The one)

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

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

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