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 from back in the days
Once up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left the right angle even
We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis
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, thumpin
out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin
Hardcore's the way that I yo
Back in eighty-eight I used to flow for the Low Pro
A seven year vet strong as malt liquor
So mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga?
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Now when I look in the mirror, what do I
Besides a nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to
I see your reflection, young male holdin his dillznick
Chest out Popeye, deadly as Magic 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 C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin with my earring
Down with the mad-ass zoo, I you knew
I flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin 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
down for years now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from left left right then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, looka
known to make you give your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, my stroll on
Goin solo, all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches wasn't down now wannabe on my
Cause I'm kickin tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets nathin but dug out a booger
Cause Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the back in time
And I can remember when niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it record labels
No doubt, deep knowin I take all they artists out
But me out now nigga, you can't stop the reign
Here to reclaim the
It's the four fingers up, two in the middle
So the nigga, mirror mirror solve the riddle
Cause I'm the motherfuckin
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the flyest
Let it