Luyện nghe bài hát #1

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

You better who you talkin bout, runnin your mouth, like you know me
You fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last was Hanes
Only way you wear me out is my name on your pants
No resident of France, but you swear I'm Paris
Hundred-six karats, total? Naw 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, I'mma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin it's time to off
I hit you from the blindside takin' your sleeves off
As much as floss, still hard to please boss
Don't be lyin' bitchin' and cryin it up as a loss
'Cause your, acts is wack, your label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold

I am, one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and 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 to be, number one?
Ey ey, ey ey

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

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

I am, number one, no matter if you it
take it sit down 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 and three nobody remembers (ey)
(Tell me) What does it to be, number 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 I'm hot, he just, mad 'cause he not
You ain't gotta my props, just gimme the yachts
my rocks, and keep my fans comin' in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm on the mic but I'm humble in real life
nothin' for granted blessin' e'rything on my life
Tryin' to see a new at the top of the roof
Baby name not Sigel but I speak the
I the booth, Nelly actin' so uncouth (so crazy)
Top shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the loot
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 matter if you it, here take it sit down 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 nobody