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 of funk
Nigga who is
Who me? Oh, I be that from back in the days
Once again up in ya, a Damn Thing Changed
Ahh, left with the right angle even
We got the MAAD in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya don't
Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, it
Aight, one one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky (what?)
Bumpin, bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm
Hardcore's the way that I yo
Back in I used to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still as malt liquor
So mirror mirror who's the nigga?
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Now when I look in the mirror, do I see?
Besides a nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and think quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, young male holdin his dillznick
Chest out Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a of em
Takin this so-called gangster rap to another
The W to the motherfuckers C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, with my Turkish earring
Down with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you
I bring flavor to the picture, the nigga
Cause I'm the nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for years now releasin
Lettin my testicles swing from right left left right back to the left
It's quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to make you your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my on
Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz be my logo
Bitches wasn't now wannabe on my team
I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets nathin but dug out a booger
Cause like on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the back in time
And I can still remember when wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you stop the reign
Here to the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror solve the
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the flyest
Let it