Luyện nghe bài hát #1 (remix)

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

You better 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 hold me if your last name was Hanes
Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on 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' shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin time to ease off
Before I hit you the blindside takin' 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, 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 nobody remembers (ey)
What does it 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 before it touches the ground?

Hell yeah ma I love a girl that's to learn
Willin to get in the driver's and willin to turn
And not about that he say, she say, did he say
What I he said? Squash that, he probably got that off eBay
Or some, Internet access some, website chat
Mad 'cause I got mine, don't up on the flat line
Oh if my could 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 store now 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
Here take it sit down and 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 three remembers (ey)
(Tell me) does it take 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 album
You know! Boat sank and it ain't left the dock
C'mon! Mad I'm hot, he just, mad 'cause he not
You gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and keep my comin' in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, your mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm on the mic but I'm humble in real 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, actin' so uncouth (so crazy)
Top down shirt off in the coupe, 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 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 nobody remembers