Luyện nghe bài hát #1

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

You better watch who you talkin bout, runnin your mouth, you know me
You gon' fuck around and why the "Show Me" get called 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 name on your
No resident of France, but you swear I'm from
Hundred-six karats, total? Naw per wrist
to compare 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 come up with better ways than that to catch your fame
All that you applyin it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the takin' 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, acts is wack, whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh a-hold that

I am, one, no matter if you like 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 take to be, number
Two is not a winner and three remembers (ey)
What does it take to be, one?
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 a girl that's willin to learn
to get in the driver's seat and willin to turn
And not concerned about 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 chat
Mad I got mine, don't wind up on the flat line
Oh if my uncle 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 calm down
I got shorties, comin' askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, will I continue to act
Mixing and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho'
I'm not a man of words but there's one thing I know, PIMP

I am, number one, no matter if you it
Here 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 three nobody (ey)
(Tell me) What it take to be, number one?
Ey ey, ey ey (Check it, uh, check, yo)

Aiyyo I'm of people judgin 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 I'm hot, he just, mad 'cause he not
You gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts
my rocks, and keep my fans comin' in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in life
Taking nothin' for granted 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, Nelly so uncouth (so crazy)
Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the
With my and friends, and my closest of kin
And do it again if it means I'mma win dirty, dity

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