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, a Damn 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, 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, straight bumpin, neck
out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin
Hardcore's the way that I yo
Back in eighty-eight I to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still strong as liquor
So mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga?
Cause I'm the nigga
Now when I in the mirror, what do I see?
Besides a shady-ass nigga slash rapper one of the to stab ya
Up up and away think oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for more like Bronson
(what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em
Takin this so-called gangster rap to another
The capital W to the C-me in a beanie
so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring
Down with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you
I flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Horns...
the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a 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 than a chollo, my stroll on
solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches wasn't now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm raps tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets nathin but dug out like a
Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in
And I can still remember when wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from labels
No doubt, deep knowin I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you stop the reign
Here to the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror solve the
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the nigga?
Let it