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 gon' fuck and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last name was
Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your
No of France, but you swear I'm from Paris
Hundred-six karats, total? Naw per wrist
Trying to compare this, my chain to yo'
I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of range
You out of brains, thinkin' I'mma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways that to catch your fame
All that you applyin it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, 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 fact, eh eh-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
does it take to be, number 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 peep it touches the ground?

yeah ma I love a girl that's willin to learn
Willin to get in the driver's and willin to turn
And not about 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 line
Oh if my uncle 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 'til they 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 words but there's 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 take to be, 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 time you be niggas who fuckin album flop
You know! Boat sank and it ain't left the dock
C'mon! Mad I'm hot, he just, mad 'cause he not
You gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans in flocks
you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm in real life
Taking nothin' for blessin' e'rything on my life
to see a new light at the top of the roof
Baby name not but I speak the truth
I heat the booth, 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 if it means I'mma win dirty, dity

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 remembers
one
'Cause two is not a winner and three remembers