Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

Only the realest can feel us, and killers
Hundred billers and real niggas
Bitches with dime figures, in my mind
Make my diamonds shine I blind, niggas

punk perpetrators and playa haters
They can't fade us 'cause we two are the
Back out to let 'em have it, fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and the karats

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

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

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the with the gangsta lean
The one, huh? 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,

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

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

But that's trippin', and ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp up my and flip to rob a port
I sip my Vdozen on the street, bump my
That's I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete

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

trip 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 buses in Versace, I don't wear it no more

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

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

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the with 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 it real till I die or get killed
So I can sit back and it, write my own ticket
Livin' 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
cold defended, get caught, do the sin

There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and
That's how we 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, diamond link, cubin' cable
Baddest 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 with the lean
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, nigga

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene 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
Said the one, real one, real one