Luyện nghe bài hát #1

Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it to attention dirty, that's all

You watch who you talkin bout, runnin your mouth, like you know me
You gon' fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if last name was Hanes
Only way you wear me out is my name on your pants
No resident of France, but you swear I'm Paris
karats, total? Naw that's per wrist
Trying to compare this, my chain to yo'
I'm like or Motorola, no service, out of your range
You out of brains, thinkin' I'mma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch fame
All pressure you applyin it's time to ease off
I hit you from the blindside takin' your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still hard to please
be lyin' bitchin' and cryin suck it up as a loss
'Cause your, acts is wack, whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh that

I am, number one, no matter if you it
take it sit down and write it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
Now let me ask you man
does it take to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and nobody remembers (ey)
What does it take to be, number
Ey ey, ey ey

Do you like it I shake it for ya, daddy?
Move it all
Let you get a peep it touches the ground?

Hell yeah ma I love a girl willin to learn
Willin to get in the driver's seat and to turn
And not concerned about he say, she say, did he say
What I think he said? Squash that, he got that off eBay
Or some, Internet access some, chat line
Mad 'cause I got mine, don't wind up on the line
Oh if my could see me know
If he see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight my style right to the "down down"
leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm down
I got hella shorties, comin' askin, "Yo the party?"
Oh lordy, will I continue to act
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo'
I'm not a man of many words but there's one I know, PIMP

I am, number one, no matter if you it
Here take it sit and write it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
And me now der
What does it take to be, number
Two is not a winner and three remembers (ey)
(Tell me) What does it take to be, one?
Ey ey, ey ey (Check it, uh, check, yo)

Aiyyo I'm tired of people judgin real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them niggas who fuckin album
You know! Boat done sank and it ain't the dock
C'mon! Mad 'cause I'm hot, he just, mad he not
You ain't gimme my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and my fans comin' in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real
Taking nothin' for granted e'rything on my life
Tryin' to see a new light at the top of the
Baby name not Sigel but I the truth
I the booth, Nelly actin' so uncouth (so crazy)
Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the
my family and friends, and my closest of kin
And I'll do it again if it means win dirty, dity

I, am, one
No if you like it, here take it sit down and write it
I, I, I, I , one
'Cause two is not a winner and three remembers
one
'Cause two is not a and three nobody remembers