Luyện nghe bài hát #1 (remix)

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

You watch who you talkin bout, runnin your mouth, like you know me
You gon' fuck and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if last name was Hanes
Only way you me out is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France, but you I'm from Paris
Hundred-six karats, Naw that's per wrist
Trying to compare this, my chain to yo'
I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of range
You out of your brains, thinkin' shout out your name
You gotta come up with ways than that to catch your fame
All pressure you applyin it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still hard to boss
Don't be lyin' and cryin suck it up as a loss
'Cause your, acts is wack, your whole is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold

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

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

Hell yeah ma I love a girl that's willin to
Willin to get in the seat and willin to turn
And not about that he say, she say, did he say
What I think he said? Squash that, he probably got off eBay
Or some, access some, website chat line
Mad 'cause I got mine, don't wind up on the line
Oh if my uncle could see me
If he could see how many rappers 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, askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, will I to act naughty?
Mixing and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many words but there's one thing I know,

I am, one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit 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 does it take to be, number
Ey ey, ey ey (Check it, uh, check, yo)

I'm tired of people judgin what's real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them niggas who fuckin album
You know! done sank and it ain't left the dock
C'mon! Mad I'm hot, he just, mad 'cause he not
You ain't gotta gimme my props, just gimme the
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans 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 life
Taking nothin' for granted e'rything on my life
Tryin' to see a new at the top of the roof
Baby name not Sigel but I speak the
I heat the booth, Nelly so uncouth (so crazy)
Top down 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 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 and three nobody remembers