Luyện nghe bài hát #1 (remix)

Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty, 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
karats, total? 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 brains, thinkin' I'mma shout out your name
You gotta up with better ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin it's time to off
Before I hit you the blindside takin' your sleeves off
As much as floss, still hard to please boss
Don't be lyin' bitchin' and cryin suck it up as a
'Cause your, acts is wack, your whole label is
And fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that

I am, one, no matter 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 it take to be, number one?
Two is not a and three nobody remembers (ey)
What does it take to be, number
Ey ey, ey ey

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

Hell yeah ma I love a that's willin to learn
Willin to get in the driver's and willin to turn
And not concerned about he say, she say, did he say
What I think he said? Squash that, he probably got that off
Or some, Internet some, website 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 many rappers 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 to act naughty?
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, number one, no if you like it
take it sit down and write it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
And me now der
What does it to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and nobody remembers (ey)
(Tell me) What does it to be, number one?
Ey ey, ey ey (Check it, uh, check, yo)

Aiyyo I'm tired of people what's real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them niggas who fuckin 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 in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in life
Taking nothin' for granted blessin' e'rything on my
Tryin' to see a new at the top of the roof
Baby name not Sigel but I the truth
I heat the booth, Nelly 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 I'mma win dirty, dity

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 three nobody
one
'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody