Luyện nghe bài hát #1

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

You better who you talkin bout, runnin your mouth, like you know me
You gon' around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you hold me if your last name was Hanes
way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France, but you swear I'm Paris
Hundred-six karats, total? Naw per wrist
Trying to compare this, my chain to yo'
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 your fame
All that you applyin it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside takin' your off
As as we's floss, still hard to please boss
Don't be lyin' bitchin' and cryin suck it up as a
'Cause your, is wack, your whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh a-hold that

I am, number one, no matter if you it
Here 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, one?
Two is not a and three 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 peep it touches the ground?

Hell yeah ma I love a girl willin to learn
to get in the driver's seat and willin to turn
And not concerned 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 line
Mad 'cause I got mine, don't wind up on the flat
Oh if my could see me know
If he could see how rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulatin my right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til they down
I got shorties, comin' askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, will I to act naughty?
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo'
I'm not a man of words but there's 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
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 of people judgin what's real Hip-Hop
Half the you be them niggas who fuckin album flop
You know! Boat done sank and it left the dock
C'mon! Mad 'cause I'm hot, he just, mad he not
You ain't gimme my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans comin' in
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your 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 at the top of the roof
Baby not Sigel but I speak the truth
I heat the booth, actin' so uncouth (so crazy)
Top down shirt off in the coupe, the loot
my family and friends, and my closest of kin
And I'll do it again if it I'mma win dirty, dity

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