Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

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

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

A wrist of baggage for all the maggots
up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw
off the key, hundred percent G

Who's puttin' it 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 the dope is dealt
(The one)

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene with the 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
sure them young boys respect your name
Keep head at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the catch you slippin', rock you steady

Watch your with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the who do
Yeah, the suckas got the playa hater venom
I wanna take 'em and lay slugs up in 'em

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

Imagine this, hundred G Lex on wrist
Imagine this, about 10 karats on your
Imagine this, all dime hoes on your
Huh, that would be nice 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 in Versace, I don't wear it no more

my nigga 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 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
(The one)

stay in the field, on a quest for the mil's
And try to keep it real I die or get killed
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', game to perfection
Down the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes defended, get caught, do the sin

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

Parlay, playin' link, cubin' cable
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' with the one
(The one)

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

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