Luyện nghe bài hát #1 (remix)

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

You better watch who you talkin bout, runnin 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 your last name was
way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants
No of France, but you swear I'm from Paris
Hundred-six karats, total? Naw per wrist
to compare this, my chain to yo' chain
I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your
You out of your brains, thinkin' I'mma out your name
You gotta come up with ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the takin' your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still hard to please
Don't be bitchin' and cryin suck it up as a loss
'Cause your, acts is wack, your label is wack
And fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that

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

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

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 that he say, she say, did he say
What I think he said? Squash that, he probably got off eBay
Or some, Internet access some, website chat
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 right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the now better wait 'til they calm down
I got shorties, comin' askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, I continue to act naughty?
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me fo' sho'
I'm not a man of words but there's 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
What it take to be, number one?
Two is not a and three 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 them niggas who fuckin flop
You know! Boat sank and it ain't left the dock
C'mon! Mad 'cause I'm hot, he just, mad he not
You ain't gimme my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans in flocks
you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm on the mic but I'm humble in real life
Taking nothin' for granted blessin' 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 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 I'mma win dirty, dity

I, am, one
No matter if you like it, here take it sit down and it
I, I, I, I , one
two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
one
'Cause two is not a winner and three remembers