Luyện nghe bài hát #1

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

You better who you talkin bout, runnin your mouth, like you know me
You gon' fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last was Hanes
Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your
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, I'mma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than 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, still 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 fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that

I am, number one, no matter if you it
Here take it sit down and 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 winner and three remembers (ey)
What it take to be, number 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 love a 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
What I think he Squash that, he probably got that off eBay
Or some, Internet some, website chat 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 many rappers be me now
Straight emulatin my style to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait they calm down
I got shorties, comin' askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, I continue to act naughty?
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo'
I'm not a man of many words but one thing I know, PIMP

I am, number one, no 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 take to be, number
Two is not a winner and three nobody (ey)
(Tell me) does 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 them who fuckin album flop
You know! Boat done and it ain't 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 mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in life
nothin' for granted blessin' e'rything on my life
Tryin' to see a new 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
With my family and friends, and my of kin
And I'll do it if it means 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 winner and three remembers