Luyện nghe bài hát #1

Uh uh uh
I gotta 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 show why the "Show Me" get the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if last name was Hanes
way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France, but you swear I'm from
Hundred-six karats, total? Naw per wrist
Trying to this, my chain to yo' chain
I'm Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your range
You out of your brains, thinkin' shout out your name
You come up with better ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin it's time to off
Before I hit you from the takin' your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still to please boss
Don't be lyin' bitchin' and cryin it up as a loss
'Cause your, is wack, your whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh a-hold that

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
What does it take to be, one?
Two is not a and three nobody remembers (ey)
What does it take to be, one?
Ey ey, ey ey

Do you it when I shake it for ya, daddy?
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 that he say, she say, did he say
What I think he said? Squash that, he 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 uncle see me know
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 wait 'til they down
I got hella shorties, comin' askin, "Yo the party?"
Oh lordy, will I to act naughty?
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many words but 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 it take to be, number one?
Two is not a and three nobody remembers (ey)
(Tell me) What does it take to be, number
Ey ey, ey ey (Check it, uh, check, yo)

I'm tired of people judgin what's real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be niggas who fuckin album flop
You know! Boat done sank and it ain't left the
C'mon! Mad I'm hot, he just, mad 'cause he not
You ain't gotta gimme my props, just gimme the
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, your mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm on the mic but I'm humble in real life
Taking for granted blessin' e'rything on my life
Tryin' to see a new light at the top of the
Baby name not Sigel but I speak the
I heat the booth, Nelly actin' so (so crazy)
Top down off in the coupe, spreadin' the loot
my family and friends, and my closest of kin
And I'll do it if it means I'mma win dirty, dity

I, am, one
No matter if you it, here take it sit down and write it
I, I, I, I , one
two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
one
'Cause two is not a and three nobody remembers