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 show why the "Show Me" get the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you hold me if your last name was Hanes
Only way you wear me out is 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 Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of 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
Before I hit you from the blindside your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still to please boss
Don't be lyin' and cryin suck it up as a loss
your, acts is wack, your whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh that

I am, number one, no matter if you it
Here take it sit down and it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
Now let me ask you man
does it take to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and nobody remembers (ey)
What does it take to be, number
Ey ey, ey ey

Do you it when I shake 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
to get in the driver's seat and willin to turn
And not about that he say, she say, did he say
What I think he Squash that, he probably got that off eBay
Or some, Internet access some, chat line
Mad 'cause I got mine, wind up on the flat line
Oh if my uncle see me know
If he could see how rappers wanna be me now
emulatin my style right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait they calm down
I got hella shorties, comin' askin, "Yo the party?"
Oh lordy, I continue 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 down and 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 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 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 '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 fans comin' in
'Til you top the Superbowl, your mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in life
Taking for granted blessin' e'rything on my life
Tryin' to see a new at the top of the roof
name not Sigel but I speak the truth
I heat the booth, actin' 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 I'mma 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 nobody remembers