Luyện nghe bài hát The One

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For the with the bumps
Bump, c'mon,
Comin the alley with a trunk full of funk
who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the
again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right even
We got the Circle in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya don't
Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, it
Aight, one one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck
Stick out tongue motherfuckers I'm comin
Hardcore's the way I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I used to for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet 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 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, description male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic
Droppin my third album, for more like Charles Bronson
(what?) hey, hey, I got a million 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 bring flavor to the picture, the nigga
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring beat back, yeah
Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a track
Locked for years now releasin myself
Lettin my testicles swing from right left right then back to the left
It's quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to you give your motherfuckin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my on
solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches wasn't down now on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on Fame
But they nathin but dug out like a booger
like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the back in time
And I can still remember when niggaz let me rhyme
Beat it I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you stop the reign
to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror solve the riddle
I'm the motherfuckin nigga
Fuck that, I'm the one,
Horns...
Am I the flyest
Let it