Luyện nghe bài hát #1 (remix)

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 gon' fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last name was
Only way you wear me out is my name on your pants
No resident of France, but you I'm from Paris
Hundred-six karats, total? Naw that's per
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 better ways than that to catch fame
All that pressure you applyin it's time to off
I hit you from 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, whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh a-hold that

I am, number one, no matter if you it
Here it sit down 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 three 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 love a girl that's willin to
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 some, website chat line
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 wanna be me now
emulatin my style 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, will I continue to act
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me 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
Here take it sit and write it ey
I, am, one ey ey, ey ey
And me now der
What does it take to be, one?
Two is not a and three nobody remembers (ey)
(Tell me) What does it take to be, number
Ey ey, ey ey (Check it, uh, check, yo)

I'm tired of people judgin what's real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them who fuckin album flop
You know! done sank and it ain't left the dock
C'mon! Mad I'm hot, he just, mad 'cause he not
You ain't gotta my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, and 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 humble in real
nothin' for granted blessin' e'rything on my life
Tryin' to see a new at the top of the roof
name not Sigel but I speak the truth
I the booth, Nelly actin' so uncouth (so crazy)
Top down off in the coupe, spreadin' the loot
With my and friends, and my closest of kin
And do it again if it means 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