Luyện nghe bài hát #1

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

You watch who you talkin bout, runnin your mouth, like you know me
You gon' fuck and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you hold me if your last name was Hanes
Only way you me out is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France, but you I'm from Paris
karats, total? Naw that's per wrist
Trying to this, my chain to yo' chain
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 that 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, your whole is wack
And fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that

I am, number one, no if you like it
Here take it sit down and it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
Now let me ask you man
What it take to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and three 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 ma I love a girl that's willin to learn
to get in the driver's seat and willin to turn
And not about that he say, she say, did he say
What I think he Squash that, he probably got that off eBay
Or some, access some, website chat line
Mad I got mine, don't wind up on the flat line
Oh if my could see me know
If he could see how many wanna be me now
Straight emulatin my style to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til calm down
I got hella shorties, askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, I continue to act naughty?
Mixing and Bacardi, got me thinkin 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 it sit down and write it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
And me now der
does it take 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 tired of judgin what's real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them who fuckin album flop
You know! Boat done sank and it left the dock
C'mon! Mad 'cause I'm hot, he just, mad he not
You ain't gotta gimme my props, just the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans 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 blessin' e'rything on my life
Tryin' to see a new at the top of the roof
Baby name not Sigel but I the truth
I heat the booth, actin' so uncouth (so crazy)
Top down off in the coupe, spreadin' the loot
With my and friends, and my closest of kin
And I'll do it again if it means win dirty, dity

I, am, one
No matter if you like it, here take it sit 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