Luyện nghe bài hát #1 (remix)

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

You better watch who you bout, runnin your mouth, like you know me
You fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last name was
Only way you 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' I'mma shout out your
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your
All that pressure you applyin it's to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, hard to please boss
Don't be lyin' bitchin' and cryin suck it up as a
'Cause your, acts is wack, whole label is wack
And fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that

I am, number one, no if you like 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 it when I shake it for ya, daddy?
Move it all
Let you get a peep it touches the ground?

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 said? that, he probably got that off eBay
Or some, Internet access some, website chat
Mad 'cause I got mine, wind up on the flat line
Oh if my could see me know
If he could see how rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulatin my style to the "down down"
leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm down
I got shorties, comin' 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 one thing I know, PIMP

I am, one, no matter if you like it
take it sit down and write it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
And me now der
does it take to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and nobody remembers (ey)
(Tell me) What does it take to be, one?
Ey ey, ey ey (Check it, uh, check, yo)

Aiyyo I'm tired of people what's real Hip-Hop
the time you be them niggas who fuckin album flop
You know! Boat done sank and it left the dock
C'mon! Mad I'm hot, he just, mad 'cause he not
You gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts
my rocks, and keep my fans comin' in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm on the mic but I'm humble in real life
Taking for granted blessin' e'rything on my life
to see a new light at the top of the roof
Baby name not Sigel but I the truth
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 it, here take it sit down and write it
I, I, I, I , one
'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody
one
'Cause two is not a winner and nobody remembers