Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the niggaz with the
Bump, c'mon,
Comin the alley with a trunk full of funk
who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be nigga from back in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a Thing Changed
Ahh, left with the right angle even
We got the MAAD Circle in the dis evenin
Get down, and ya quit
Yeah yeah, that's it nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, check one one, peep the
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck
Stick out your motherfuckers I'm comin
Hardcore's the way I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I to flow for the crew Low Pro
A year vet still strong as malt 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 reflection, description young male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Johnson
my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a of em
Takin this so-called gangster rap to another
The capital W to the motherfuckers C-me in a
All-star so clean, saggin my Turkish earring
Down the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring that beat back,
that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for now releasin myself
my testicles swing from right left left right then back to the left
It's quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to make you your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, my stroll on
Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz be my logo
Bitches wasn't now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on jeans
But they gets nathin but dug out like a
Cause Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle in time
And I can still when niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
it Cleotus I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, down 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 up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror mirror the riddle
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the flyest
Let it