Luyện nghe bài hát The Real One

The one
The one

the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred billers and real niggas
Bitches dime figures, telekinesis 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 it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the

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

Who's it down on Miami's behalf?
Home of the nickel pooch and the raw
Everywhere we go, the 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 real one, huh, nigga,

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

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

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

But that's trippin', and that my sport
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and to rob a port
I sip my Vdozen on the street, bump my
That's when I'm twistin' my dub, nobody compete

Imagine this, G Lex on your wrist
Imagine this, about 10 karats on your
Imagine this, all dime on your list
Huh, that shit would be nice but name ain't Ice

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

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

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

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

I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the
And try to keep it real I die or get killed
So I can sit and kick it, write my own ticket
lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

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

There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and
how we front it but you don't wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin',
Got my bitch at home C sackin', got my stackin'

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

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

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