Luyện nghe bài hát #1

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

You better watch who you 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 name was Hanes
Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your
No resident of France, but you I'm from Paris
karats, total? Naw that's per wrist
Trying to this, my chain to yo' chain
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 your fame
All that pressure you applyin time to ease off
I hit you from the blindside takin' your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still hard to boss
be lyin' bitchin' and cryin suck it up as a loss
'Cause your, acts is wack, your whole 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
What does it to be, number one?
Two is not a and three nobody remembers (ey)
What it take 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 touches the

yeah ma I love a girl that's willin to learn
Willin to get in the driver's seat and willin to
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, website chat
Mad 'cause I got mine, don't wind up on the line
Oh if my uncle see me know
If he could see how many rappers be me now
Straight my style right to the "down down"
Can't out the store now better wait 'til 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 thinkin fo'
I'm not a man of many words but one thing I know, PIMP

I am, one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
And me now der
does it take to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and 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 you be them niggas who fuckin album flop
You know! done sank and it ain't left the dock
C'mon! Mad 'cause I'm hot, he just, mad he not
You ain't gotta gimme my props, just the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and my fans comin' in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, your mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real
nothin' for granted blessin' 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 heat the booth, actin' so uncouth (so crazy)
Top shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the loot
With my family and friends, and my of kin
And I'll do it again if it means I'mma win dirty,

I, am, one
No matter if you like it, here 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 and three nobody remembers