Luyện nghe bài hát #1 (remix)

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

You better 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 can't hold me if your name was Hanes
Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on pants
No of France, but you swear I'm from Paris
Hundred-six karats, Naw that's per wrist
Trying to this, my chain to yo' chain
I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of range
You out of brains, thinkin' I'mma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin it's time to off
Before I hit you from the blindside takin' your off
As much as floss, still hard 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-eh eh that

I am, number one, no if you like it
Here it sit down and write 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 nobody (ey)
What does it to be, number one?
Ey ey, ey ey

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

Hell yeah ma I a girl that's willin to learn
Willin to get in the driver's and willin to turn
And not concerned about he say, she say, did he say
What I think he said? Squash that, he probably got that off
Or some, Internet some, website 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 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 shorties, comin' askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, will I to act naughty?
Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many words but there's one thing I know,

I am, one, no matter if you like it
Here it sit down and write it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
And me now der
What does it take to be, one?
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 judgin what's real
Half the you be them niggas who fuckin album flop
You know! done 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
Gimme my rocks, and keep my comin' in flocks
you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in 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 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 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 three remembers