Luyện nghe bài hát #1

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

You better 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 stitch my on your pants
No of France, but you swear I'm from Paris
karats, total? Naw that's per wrist
Trying to compare this, my chain to yo'
I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of range
You out of your brains, thinkin' I'mma shout out name
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your
All that pressure you applyin time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside your sleeves off
As much as floss, still hard to please 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 a-hold

I am, one, no matter if you like it
Here 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)
does it take to be, number one?
Ey ey, ey ey

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

Hell yeah ma I a girl that's willin to learn
Willin to get in the driver's and willin to turn
And not concerned that he say, she say, did he say
What I think he said? that, he probably 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 could see me know
If he see how many rappers wanna be me now
emulatin my style right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now wait 'til they calm down
I got hella shorties, askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, will I to act naughty?
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many words but there's one 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
What it take to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and three remembers (ey)
(Tell me) What it take to be, number one?
Ey ey, ey ey (Check it, uh, check, yo)

Aiyyo I'm tired of people judgin what's real
Half the you be them niggas who fuckin album flop
You know! Boat done sank and it ain't left the
C'mon! Mad 'cause I'm hot, he just, mad he not
You ain't gotta gimme my props, just gimme the
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm in real life
Taking nothin' for granted blessin' on my life
Tryin' to see a new at the top of the roof
Baby name not Sigel but I speak the
I heat the booth, Nelly actin' so (so crazy)
Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the
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
'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody
one
'Cause two is not a winner and three remembers