Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

Only the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and
Hundred dollar and real niggas
with dime figures, telekinesis 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 full of for all the maggots
up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw
Straight off the key, hundred G

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

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

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

your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from 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 and flip to rob a port
I sip my on the street, bump my beats
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
Imagine this, all dime hoes on list
Huh, that shit would be nice but name ain't Ice

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

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

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

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

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

There's in the 600, drunk and blunted
That's how we front it but you wanna run up on it
Inside the 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 game to show 'em how it's
Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' the real one
(The one)

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

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

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