Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

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

Pussy punk perpetrators and haters
They fade us 'cause we two are the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fake and faggots
Bow down in the of players and kiss the karats

A wrist of baggage for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw
off the key, hundred percent G

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

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

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

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

But that's trippin', and that ain't my
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a
I sip my Vdozen on the street, bump my
That's when I'm twistin' my dub, can't compete

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

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

Called my 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
Real one on the scene the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, what?

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

I'ma in the field, on a quest 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
lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

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

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

Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin'
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' on the table
I'm in the game to show 'em how it's done
and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one
(The one)

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

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

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