Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

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

A full of baggage for all the maggots
up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw
Straight off the key, percent G

Who's puttin' it on Miami's behalf?
of the nickel pooch and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the felt
The real is stamped on the bag 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 the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, nigga,

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

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

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

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

trip and screw the silencer on, rock you softly
How you step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, and records and tours
So buses 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 track or you can 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 real one, huh?
The one, huh, nigga what?

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

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

that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to
Down with the Syndicate, new tennis shit
Crimes 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
Inside the packin', actin'
Got my bitch at C sackin', got my ones stackin'

Parlay, playin' link, cubin' cable
Baddest in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to 'em how it's done
Ice-T and Marquis, fuckin' with the real one
(The one)

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

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