Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

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

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 on Miami's behalf?
Home of the nickel 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 scene with the 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, What?
The one, huh, nigga, what?

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

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

But trippin', and that ain't my sport
I'd lamp up my cirb and flip 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 fist
Imagine this, all dime hoes on list
Huh, that shit would be nice but your ain't Ice

Nigga trip and the silencer on, rock you softly
How you step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, movies and and tours
So many in Versace, I don't 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
Real one on the scene with the gangsta
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, huh?
The real one, huh, what?
(The one)

stay 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 kick it, write my own
Livin' lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' to perfection
with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis 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 stackin'

Parlay, playin' link, cubin' cable
bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to 'em how it's done
and Marquis, you're fuckin' with 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, what?

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

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