Luyện nghe bài hát #1 (remix)

Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty, all

You better watch who you talkin bout, runnin mouth, like you know 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 from
Hundred-six karats, Naw that's per wrist
Trying to compare this, my to yo' chain
I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your
You out of brains, thinkin' I'mma 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
Before I hit you from the blindside takin' sleeves off
As much as floss, still hard to please boss
Don't be bitchin' and cryin suck it up as a loss
your, acts is wack, your whole label is wack
And fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that

I am, number one, no matter if you it
take it sit down 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 remembers (ey)
What it take to be, number one?
Ey ey, ey ey

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

Hell yeah ma I love a girl that's 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 think he said? 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 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 'til they calm down
I got hella shorties, askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, will I continue to act
Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many words but there's one I know, PIMP

I am, number one, no matter if you 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 remembers (ey)
(Tell me) does it take to be, number one?
Ey ey, ey ey (Check it, uh, check, yo)

I'm tired of people judgin what's real Hip-Hop
Half the you be them 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 my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and keep my comin' in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on
Shh
I'm
I'm on the mic but I'm humble in real life
Taking for granted blessin' e'rything on my life
Tryin' to see a new light at the top of the
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 and friends, and my closest of kin
And do it again if it means 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 winner and nobody remembers
one
'Cause two is not a winner and three remembers