Luyện nghe bài hát #1

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

You better watch who you talkin bout, your mouth, like you know me
You fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why you can't 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, Naw that's per wrist
to compare this, my chain to yo' chain
I'm Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your range
You out of your brains, thinkin' I'mma shout out name
You gotta up with better ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin it's to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside takin' sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still hard to please
be lyin' bitchin' and cryin suck it up as a loss
'Cause your, is wack, your whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold

I am, number one, no 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 and three nobody remembers (ey)
What does it 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 peep before it the ground?

Hell ma I love a girl that's willin to learn
Willin to get in the driver's and willin 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, chat line
Mad 'cause I got mine, don't wind up on the line
Oh if my could see me know
If he could see how many rappers 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 shorties, comin' askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, will I 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
take 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 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 what's real Hip-Hop
the time 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 my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and my fans comin' in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on
Shh
I'm
I'm on the mic but I'm humble in real life
Taking nothin' for granted blessin' e'rything on my
Tryin' to see a new at the top of the roof
Baby not Sigel but I speak the truth
I heat the booth, Nelly actin' so (so crazy)
Top down shirt off in the coupe, the loot
With my family and friends, and my 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 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