Luyện nghe bài hát #1 (remix)

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

You better who you talkin 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 wear me out is stitch my name on your
No resident of France, but you I'm from Paris
karats, total? Naw that's per wrist
Trying to this, my chain to yo' chain
I'm Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your range
You out of your brains, thinkin' I'mma out your name
You gotta come up better ways than that to catch your fame
All that 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 please
Don't be bitchin' and cryin suck it up as a loss
'Cause your, acts is wack, whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh a-hold that

I am, number one, no if you like it
Here it sit down 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 winner and nobody remembers (ey)
does 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 before it touches the ground?

Hell yeah ma I a girl that's willin to learn
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 got that off eBay
Or some, Internet access some, chat line
Mad 'cause I got mine, don't wind up on the flat
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 store now wait 'til they calm down
I got hella shorties, askin, "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy, will I continue to act
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many but there's one thing I know, PIMP

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 it take to be, number one?
Two is not a winner and three 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 judgin what's Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them niggas who album flop
You know! Boat done and it ain't left the dock
C'mon! Mad 'cause I'm hot, he just, mad he not
You ain't gotta my props, just gimme the yachts
my rocks, and keep my fans comin' in flocks
'Til you top the Superbowl, keep mouth on lock
Shh
I'm
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm in real life
Taking nothin' for granted blessin' e'rything on my
to see a new light at the top of the roof
Baby not Sigel but I speak the truth
I heat the booth, actin' so uncouth (so crazy)
Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the
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, take it sit down and write it
I, I, I, I , one
'Cause two is not a winner and nobody remembers
one
'Cause two is not a winner and three remembers