Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the with the bumps
Bump, c'mon,
Comin through the alley with a trunk full of
Nigga who is
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 right angle
We got the MAAD Circle in the dis evenin
Get down, and ya don't
Yeah yeah, that's it nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, one one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out tongue motherfuckers I'm comin
Hardcore's the way that I yo
Back in eighty-eight I used to for the crew Low Pro
A year vet still strong as malt liquor
So mirror mirror who's the motherfuckin
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Now I look 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 quick oh now, images to click
I see your reflection, young male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Johnson
Droppin my album, back for more like Charles Bronson
(what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em
Takin this so-called gangster rap to level
The W to the motherfuckers C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish
Down the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the nigga
Cause I'm the nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring that beat back,
Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four
Locked down for now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from left left right then back to the left
that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to make you give motherfuckin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, my stroll on
Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my
Bitches down now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter Leroy on Fame jeans
But gets nathin but dug out like a booger
Cause like on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the back in time
And I can still remember 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 can't stop the
Here to the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the
So the nigga, mirror mirror solve the riddle
Cause I'm the nigga
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the nigga?
Let it