Luyện nghe bài hát #1

Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty, all

You better watch who you talkin bout, your mouth, like you know me
You gon' fuck and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your name was Hanes
Only way you me out is stitch my name on your pants
No of France, but you swear I'm from Paris
karats, total? Naw that's per wrist
Trying to this, my chain to yo' chain
I'm Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your range
You out of your brains, thinkin' shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your
All pressure you applyin it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still hard to boss
Don't be lyin' bitchin' and suck it up as a loss
'Cause your, acts is wack, your label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh a-hold 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
What does it take to be, number
Two is not a winner and nobody remembers (ey)
What it take to be, number one?
Ey ey, ey ey

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

Hell yeah ma I love a girl willin to learn
Willin to get in the seat and willin to turn
And not about that he say, she say, did he say
I think he said? Squash that, he probably got that off eBay
Or some, Internet access some, website chat
Mad 'cause I got mine, wind up on the flat line
Oh if my uncle see me know
If he see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulatin my right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait they calm down
I got hella shorties, askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, I continue to act naughty?
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many but there's one thing 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 it take to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and nobody 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 what's real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them who fuckin album flop
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 gotta gimme my props, gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real
Taking nothin' for blessin' e'rything on my life
Tryin' to see a new light at the top of the
Baby name not Sigel but I speak the
I heat the booth, Nelly so uncouth (so crazy)
Top down off in the coupe, spreadin' the loot
With my family and friends, and my of kin
And I'll do it if it means I'mma win dirty, dity

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