Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

Pussy perpetrators and playa haters
They can't fade us 'cause we two are the
Back out to let 'em it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the

A wrist of baggage for all the maggots
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 and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression's
The is stamped on the bag when 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, huh?
The one, huh, nigga, what?

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

Watch your back with your homies that you feel is
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the hater venom
I wanna take 'em outside and lay up in 'em

But that's trippin', and 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
That's when I'm twistin' my dub, nobody compete

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin'
Baddest 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
Real one on the with the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, what?

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