Luyện nghe bài hát #1

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

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

I am, number one, no if you like it
Here take it sit and write it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
Now let me ask you man
What does it take to be, 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 when I shake it for ya,
it all around?
Let you get a before it touches the ground?

Hell yeah ma I love a girl that's willin to
Willin to get in the seat and willin to turn
And not concerned about he say, she say, did he say
What I he said? Squash that, he probably got that off eBay
Or some, Internet access some, chat line
Mad I got mine, don't wind up on the flat line
Oh if my uncle could see me
If he could see how many wanna be me now
Straight my style right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm
I got hella shorties, comin' askin, "Yo the party?"
Oh lordy, I continue to act naughty?
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 if you like it
take it sit down and write it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
And me now der
What does it to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and three remembers (ey)
(Tell me) What does it take to be, number
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 niggas 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 my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans 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 life
Taking nothin' for granted blessin' on my life
Tryin' to see a new light at the top of the
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 I'mma win dirty,

I, am, one
No matter if you like it, here take it sit down and 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