Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

Only the realest can feel us, and killers
Hundred dollar and real niggas
with dime figures, telekinesis in my mind
Make my shine then I blind, niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga trip and the silencer on, rock you softly
How you step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, movies and records and
So many in Versace, I don't wear it no more

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

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

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

stay in the field, on a quest for the mil's
And try to keep it real till I die or get
So I can sit back and kick it, write my own
Livin' lifestyle of trickin' and big dickin'

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

There's politickin' in the 600, and blunted
That's how we front it but you wanna run up on it
the club packin', actin'
Got my bitch at C sackin', got my ones stackin'

Parlay, diamond link, cubin' cable
bitches 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 with the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, what?

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

Oh, you're with 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