Luyện nghe bài hát #1

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

You better watch who you talkin bout, runnin mouth, like you know me
You gon' fuck around and 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
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 your
You out of your brains, thinkin' I'mma out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than to catch your fame
All that pressure you it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside takin' your off
As much as floss, still hard to please boss
Don't be lyin' bitchin' and cryin it up as a loss
your, acts is wack, your whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh a-hold that

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

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

Hell yeah ma I love a that's willin to learn
Willin to get in the seat and willin to turn
And not about 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 up on the flat line
Oh if my uncle could see me
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 'til they calm down
I got hella shorties, askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, will I continue to act
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo'
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 it sit down and write it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
And me now der
What does it to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody (ey)
(Tell me) What does it take to be, number
Ey ey, ey ey (Check it, uh, check, yo)

Aiyyo I'm tired of people what's real Hip-Hop
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, gimme the yachts
my rocks, and keep my fans comin' in flocks
'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 Sigel but I the truth
I heat the booth, Nelly actin' so (so crazy)
Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the
my family and friends, and my closest 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 take it sit down and it
I, I, I, I , one
'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody
one
'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody