Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the niggaz the bumps
Bump, c'mon,
Comin through the with a trunk full of funk
who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right angle
We got the Circle in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya don't
Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, this shit, rock it
Aight, check one one, the blizzo
My trademark, as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue I'm comin
the way that I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I used to flow for the Low Pro
A seven year vet still as malt liquor
So mirror mirror who's the motherfuckin
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Now I look in the mirror, what do I see?
Besides a shady-ass nigga rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description young holdin his dillznick
out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for like Charles Bronson
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a of em
Takin this so-called rap to another level
The capital W to the motherfuckers in a beanie
so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring
Down the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the nigga
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Horns...
Bring the back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can fuck it up and it as if it was a four track
Locked down for now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from right left left right back to the left
that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to you give your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my
Bitches wasn't down now wannabe on my
Cause I'm raps tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But gets nathin but dug out like a booger
Cause Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle in time
And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me
Beat it I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down I take all they artists out
But me out now nigga, you can't stop the reign
Here to the fame
It's the four fingers up, two in the middle
So the nigga, mirror mirror solve the riddle
Cause I'm the nigga
that, I'm the one, shit
Horns...
Am I the flyest
Let it