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
my diamonds shine then I blind, niggas

Pussy punk perpetrators and haters
They can't fade us 'cause we two are the
Back out to let 'em have it, fake and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and 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
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 impression's
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 real one, huh?
The one, huh, nigga, what?

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

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

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

But that's trippin', and ain't my sport
I'd rather 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

Imagine this, hundred G Lex on wrist
Imagine this, 10 karats on your fist
this, all dime hoes on your list
Huh, that shit would be nice but your name Ice

Nigga and screw the silencer on, rock you softly
How you step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, movies and and tours
So many buses in Versace, I wear it no more

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

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 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 kick it, my own ticket
lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

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

There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and
That's how we front it but you wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin',
Got my bitch at C sackin', got my ones stackin'

Parlay, diamond link, cubin' cable
bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm in the game to show 'em how it's done
Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' the real one
(The one)

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene 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 one, huh, nigga what?

Oh, you're 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