Luyện nghe bài hát No.1 - Clipse

#1 (Wally Remix)
f/ Clipse, The Boy

"Rising to the top"
"Number one"

[Intro - Nelly] ad-libs*}
Oh go!
ENT!
Nigga, we all we got, aye
We all we got!
Ok! Can you me!?...

[Verse 1 -
They said I was crazy, when I stop the crack
err'thang I had, and I put it in rap
If I ain't a Lunatic, then do ya call that
If my pockets ain't obese, then do ya call fat
I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely
I'm the result of what happens when the condom is
I was sworn to secrecy, only when need to be
saying too much, and these niggas talking repeatedly
Conceivably I rip it up mo' I get regretted fo'
Same biz you paying, on I get the credit fo'
retro, than nigga before you get thrown back
I start taking, shots, I ain't talking that Kodak
Start cocking the fo's back, making ya dome crack
Heard you don't like me and I'm to know that
Feel like I'm cheating don't it, unfair in fact
Feel I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty

[Chorus 1 -
I - am - number one, no matter if you it
Here take it sit and write it
I - am - one
Hey hey hey hey...
What does it take to be one
Two is not a winner, and nobody remembers
does it take to be number one
Hey hey hey hey...

[Verse 2 - The Posta
Yo yo, I was born number one, from the so smart
Before I could walk I was Head Start
The niggas say I'm hard
If you ask 106 who I be, gon say I'm God!
Number one like the first man touched space
Or the dot on the when a nigga roll Ace (Damn!)
Winning team legacy, I rep to the of me
And just for the record B, of y'all can F wit me
Rise to the top like I'm in the pot
I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't a shot
When I'm down in the I be booted 'n sooted
Me and got the Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes
Anyway some other shit; And it's a shame
I'm so filthy now my grand daughter mother rich
P to the B see, I'm and greasy!
I'm the champ, and never been a nigga defeat me

2 - The Posta Boy]
Po' is! - one
For my niggas in the borough, to that dinero
Nigga is! - number one
I'ma center fold nigga, fucked up nigga
We the team baby, we - one
For my niggas that down, for me always been
Posta he's! - number one
I don't talk it, I live it, cause I'm the first one did it

[Verse 3 - T]
for a coward - well it's not in here
Under the BBC, this heart be here
The is wild, few gonna drop this year
Some of y'all not this year, the of y'all getting dropped this year
I'm hearing the cops is (I'm hearing it) cops is here
In these BBC socks, I got the in here
If the in here, I got my glock in here
If the glock in here, you know it's gon' get +Hot in
Touch ya soul to sue, like them holders do
The new 645, have the first in June
Start the summer off, floating wit the maroon
+Ricky Schroder+ job, colored +Silver Spoon+
Boys in guts, black paint, midnight coon
Black gun, red beam, for high noon
Pusha straight like, half-past
"Hell Hath No Fury" coming soon, bet we'll do one

[Chorus 1] + (w/ ad-libs)

4 - Malice]
It was just '98, I was work
Now I'm only worth - over a mill, hell of a growth
And you don't wanna talk, money
You think it was talk show money
Honey fully understand, Malicious never on his luck
I'll fly you across the water, we ain't got to fuck
Hell, we can even dap we park
Whatever helps you keep focus, your heart
Icky messy mayne, we aim
It's the tale of two brothers Frank and Jesse James
I will - write your outro, ghost write your
I'm so author, I should smoke a
I disregard all subliminal
I'm the lead roller, y'all couldn't cast his
I run wit it, it in my sleep, I'm one wit it
And one wit a bullet, I'll be the first to pull it, uh

1]

[Outro - scratches] - [To
"Rising to the top"
"Number One"