Luyện nghe bài hát #1 (remix)

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

You better watch who you talkin bout, 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 can't hold me if your last was Hanes
Only way you me out is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France, but you swear I'm Paris
Hundred-six karats, total? Naw per wrist
Trying to this, my chain to yo' chain
I'm like or Motorola, no service, out of your range
You out of your brains, thinkin' I'mma shout out your
You gotta come up better ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin it's time to off
I hit you from the blindside takin' your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still hard to please
Don't be lyin' bitchin' and cryin it up as a loss
'Cause your, acts is wack, whole label is wack
And fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold 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
What does it take to be, number
Two is not a winner and three nobody (ey)
does it take to be, number one?
Ey ey, ey ey

Do you like it I shake it for ya, daddy?
Move it all
Let you get a peep before it touches the

yeah ma I love a girl that's willin to learn
Willin to get in the driver's seat and to turn
And not concerned about he say, she say, did he say
What I he said? Squash that, he probably got that off eBay
Or some, Internet some, website chat line
Mad 'cause I got mine, don't up on the flat line
Oh if my could 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 calm down
I got hella shorties, askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, will I continue to act
Mixing and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many but there's 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 three nobody (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
Half the time you be them niggas who fuckin album
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, gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and 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 for granted blessin' e'rything on my life
Tryin' to see a new light at the top of the
name not Sigel but I speak the truth
I heat the booth, Nelly so uncouth (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 again if it means I'mma win dirty,

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 nobody remembers
one
'Cause two is not a winner and three remembers