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 with figures, telekinesis in my mind
Make my diamonds shine then I blind,

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

A wrist full of for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my
Uncut, no lactose, the raw dose
Straight off the key, hundred G

puttin' it down on Miami's behalf?
Home of the pooch and the raw half
we go, the impression's felt
The real is stamped on the bag when the dope is
(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
one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, nigga,

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

your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys your crew, yeah, they're 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 that my sport
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and to rob a port
I sip my Vdozen on the street, my beats
That's when I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody

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

Nigga trip and screw the on, rock you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you up off me
TV, movies and and tours
So many buses in Versace, I wear it no more

Called my in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop game on this bubblin' cut"
I said, "Shoot me the or you can come too
Or if y'all wanna ball in Cali, 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, what?

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

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

that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' to perfection
Down with the Syndicate, new tennis shit
Crimes defended, get caught, do the sin

politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted
That's how we front it but you don't run up on it
Inside the club packin',
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 show 'em how it's
and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one
(The one)

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the with the gangsta lean
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, what?

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