Luyện nghe bài hát #1

Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty, all

You watch who you talkin bout, runnin your mouth, like you know me
You fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last was Hanes
Only way you wear me out is my name on your pants
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 your
You out of your brains, thinkin' I'mma out your name
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, still to please boss
be lyin' bitchin' and cryin suck it up as a loss
'Cause your, acts is wack, your whole label is
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold

I am, number one, no matter if you 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, number
Two is not a winner and nobody remembers (ey)
What does it take to be, number
Ey ey, ey ey

Do you like it I shake it for ya, daddy?
it all around?
Let you get a peep before it touches the

Hell yeah ma I love a that's willin to learn
Willin to get in the driver's seat and to turn
And not about that 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 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 calm
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 one thing I know, PIMP

I am, number one, no if you like it
Here take it sit down and it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
And me now der
What does it to be, number one?
Two is not a and three nobody remembers (ey)
(Tell me) What does it 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 them niggas who 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 gimme my props, just gimme the
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans comin' in
'Til you top the Superbowl, your mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm in real 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, the loot
With my and friends, and my closest of kin
And I'll do it again if it 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 and three nobody remembers
one
'Cause two is not a winner and nobody remembers