Luyện nghe bài hát #1

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

You better watch who you talkin bout, runnin your mouth, 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 last name was Hanes
Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your
No resident of France, but you swear I'm from
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 range
You out of your brains, thinkin' I'mma out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch 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 to please boss
Don't be bitchin' and cryin suck it up as a loss
'Cause your, acts is wack, your whole label is
And fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that

I am, number one, no matter if you it
Here take it sit down and 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 and three nobody remembers (ey)
does it take to be, number one?
Ey ey, ey ey

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

Hell yeah ma I love a girl 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? Squash that, he probably got that off
Or some, Internet access some, website chat
Mad I got mine, don't wind up on the flat line
Oh if my uncle see me know
If he see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulatin my style to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til 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 there's one thing I know,

I am, number one, no matter if you it
take it sit down and write it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
And me now der
What does it take to be, number
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 who fuckin album flop
You know! Boat done sank and it ain't the dock
C'mon! Mad I'm hot, he just, mad 'cause he not
You ain't gotta gimme my props, just the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and my fans comin' in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your 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 light at the top of the
name not Sigel but I speak the truth
I heat the booth, Nelly 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 matter if you like it, take it sit down and write it
I, I, I, I , one
two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
one
'Cause two is not a and three nobody remembers