Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

Pussy perpetrators 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 presence of and kiss the karats

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, hundred G

Who's puttin' it down on Miami's
Home of the pooch and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the felt
The is stamped on the bag when the dope is dealt
(The one)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga trip and screw the silencer on, you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you up off me
TV, movies and 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 track or you can 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 the gangsta lean
The real one, What?
The real one, huh, nigga

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

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

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

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

Parlay, playin' link, cubin' cable
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, 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, nigga

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

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