Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

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

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

Who's it down on Miami's behalf?
Home of the pooch 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, your game
Make sure them young boys your name
Keep your head at arms, reached, and ready
'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin', you steady

Watch your 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 playa hater
I take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em

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

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

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

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

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

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene with the gangsta
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 keep it till I die or get killed
So I can sit back and it, write my own ticket
Livin' lavish of trickin' and big dickin'

Seein' the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to
Down with the Syndicate, new tennis shit
cold defended, get caught, do the sin

There's politickin' in the 600, and blunted
That's how we front it but you wanna run up on it
the club packin', actin'
Got my bitch at home C sackin', got my stackin'

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

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 scene with the lean
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, what?

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