Luyện nghe bài hát #1 (remix)

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

You better watch who you talkin bout, runnin your mouth, like you me
You gon' fuck around and why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why you can't hold me if your 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 Paris
Hundred-six karats, Naw that's per wrist
Trying to compare this, my to yo' chain
I'm like or Motorola, no service, out of your range
You out of your brains, thinkin' shout out your name
You gotta come up with ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin it's to ease off
I hit you from the blindside takin' your sleeves off
As much as floss, still hard to please boss
Don't be lyin' bitchin' and cryin it up as a loss
'Cause your, acts is wack, whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh that

I am, one, no matter 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 does it take to be, number
Two is not a winner and three remembers (ey)
What does it take to be, one?
Ey ey, ey ey

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

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 that he say, she say, did he say
I think he said? Squash that, he probably 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 could see me know
If he could see how many wanna be me now
emulatin 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 continue to act
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo'
I'm not a man of words but there's one thing I know, PIMP

I am, one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
And me now der
What it take to be, number 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 judgin what's real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them who fuckin album flop
You know! Boat done 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, just the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and my fans comin' in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real
Taking for granted blessin' e'rything on my life
to see a new light at the top of the roof
Baby not Sigel but I speak the truth
I the booth, Nelly actin' so uncouth (so crazy)
Top shirt 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 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 and three nobody remembers