Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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