Luyện nghe bài hát #1 (remix)

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

You better watch who you talkin bout, runnin 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 of France, but you swear I'm from Paris
Hundred-six karats, total? Naw per wrist
Trying to compare this, my chain to yo'
I'm like or Motorola, no service, out of your range
You out of brains, thinkin' I'mma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than to catch your fame
All that you applyin it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside takin' sleeves off
As much as we's floss, 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 a-hold that

I am, number one, no matter if you 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 to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody (ey)
What does it take to be, number
Ey ey, ey ey

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

Hell ma I love a girl that's willin to learn
to get in the driver's seat and willin to turn
And not concerned about 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 uncle could see me
If he could see how many wanna be me now
emulatin my style right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the now better wait 'til they calm 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, number one, no matter if you 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 nobody remembers (ey)
(Tell me) What it take to be, number one?
Ey ey, ey ey (Check it, uh, check, yo)

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

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