Luyện nghe bài hát #1

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

You better watch who you bout, runnin your 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 name was Hanes
Only way you wear me out is my name on your pants
No resident of France, but you swear I'm Paris
Hundred-six karats, total? Naw that's per
Trying to this, my chain to yo' chain
I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your
You out of your brains, thinkin' shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch fame
All pressure 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 hard to boss
Don't be lyin' and cryin suck it up as a loss
'Cause your, acts is wack, your whole is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh that

I am, one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit 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,
Move it all
Let you get a peep before it the ground?

Hell yeah ma I a girl 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 think he said? Squash that, he probably got that off
Or some, Internet access some, website line
Mad I got mine, don't wind up on the flat line
Oh if my uncle could see me
If he see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight my style right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm
I got hella shorties, comin' askin, "Yo the party?"
Oh lordy, I continue to act naughty?
Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho'
I'm not a man of words but there's one thing I know, PIMP

I am, one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit 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 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 what's Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them niggas who album flop
You know! Boat sank and it ain't left the dock
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, keep your on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm in real life
Taking nothin' for granted blessin' on my life
Tryin' to see a new light at the top of the
Baby not Sigel but I speak the truth
I the booth, Nelly actin' so uncouth (so crazy)
Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the
With my and friends, and my closest 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 winner and three nobody
one
'Cause two is not a winner and three remembers