Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the with the bumps
Bump, c'mon,
Comin the alley with a trunk full of funk
who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the
again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the angle even
We got the Circle in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya quit
Yeah yeah, it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, check one one, the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm
the way that I swing yo
Back in I used to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven vet still strong as malt liquor
So mirror mirror who's the motherfuckin
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Now when I look in the mirror, do I see?
Besides a nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, start to click
I see your reflection, description young male his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, as Magic Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles
(what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em
Takin this gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, with my Turkish earring
with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the nigga
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Horns...
Bring the back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four track
down for years now releasin myself
Lettin my swing from right left left right then back to the left
that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to make you give your hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my on
Goin solo, fuck all you should be my logo
wasn't down now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on jeans
But they gets but dug out like a booger
Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of
Put the, put, put the needle in time
And I can still remember niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I take all they out
But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the
Here to reclaim the
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror the riddle
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the nigga?
Let it