Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

Only the can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred dollar billers and real
with dime 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 down in the presence of and kiss the karats

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

Who's puttin' it down on Miami's
Home of the nickel pooch and the raw
Everywhere we go, the 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 lean
The one, huh? What?
The one, huh, nigga, what?

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

It's '98, playa, your game
sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your head at arms, reached, cocked and
'Cause the catch you slippin', rock you steady

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

But that's trippin', and ain't my sport
I'd lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port
I sip my Vdozen on the street, bump my
That's when I'm 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, that shit be nice but your name ain't Ice

trip and screw the silencer on, rock you softly
How you gonna to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, and records 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 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 with the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, nigga

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

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

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

There's in the 600, drunk and blunted
how we front 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, diamond 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, what?

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

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, one, real one