Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the niggaz the bumps
Bump, c'mon,
Comin the alley with a trunk full of funk
who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing
Ahh, stage left with the angle even
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, one one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck
Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm
Hardcore's the way I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I used to flow for the Low Pro
A seven vet still strong as malt liquor
So mirror mirror the motherfuckin nigga?
Cause I'm the nigga
Now when I look in the mirror, what do I
Besides a shady-ass nigga rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to
I see your reflection, description male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic
Droppin my third album, for more like Charles Bronson
(what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em
Takin so-called gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the motherfuckers in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish
Down the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring that back, yeah
Like that so I can fuck it up and it as if it was a four track
Locked for years now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from left left right then back to the left
that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast to make you give your motherfuckin hood up
than a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, fuck all you should be my logo
Bitches wasn't now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets but dug out like a booger
like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the back in time
And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record
No doubt, deep down knowin I take all artists out
But check me out now nigga, you stop the reign
to reclaim the fame
It's the four up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror solve the
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the nigga?
Let it