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 -
said I was crazy, when I stop slangin the crack
Took I had, and I put it in rap
If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya that
If my ain't obese, then what do ya call fat
I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely
I'm the result of happens when the condom is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, only talking when to be
Never too much, and these niggas talking repeatedly
Conceivably I rip it up mo' I get regretted fo'
Same biz you paying, on notes I get the 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, start making ya crack
Heard you don't me and I'm happy to know that
Feel like I'm cheating don't it, kinda unfair in
Feel I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty

[Chorus 1 -
I - am - one, no matter if you like it
Here it sit down 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
What does it to be number one
Hey hey hey hey...

[Verse 2 - The Boy]
Yo yo, I was born number one, the start so smart
Before I could walk I was attending 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 dice a nigga roll Ace (Damn!)
Winning legacy, I rep to the death of me
And just for the record B, of y'all can F wit me
to the top like I'm brick in the pot
I'm Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a shot
When I'm down in the Dirty I be booted 'n
Me and Nelly got the wit the chinchilla swooshes
Anyway that's some other shit; And it's a
I'm so filthy now my great daughter mother rich
P to the B see, I'm and greasy!
I'm the champ, and ain't never been a nigga me

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

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

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

[Verse 4 -
It was just '98, I was holding
Now I'm only - over a mill, hell of a growth spurt
And you don't wanna talk, money
You would it was talk show money
Honey fully understand, Malicious down on his luck
I'll fly you the water, we ain't even got to fuck
Hell, we can even dap we park
Whatever you keep focus, safeguard your heart
messy mayne, we wrecklessly 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 a pipe
I disregard all subliminal
I'm the lead roller, y'all cast his extras
I run wit it, it in my sleep, I'm one wit it
And that's one wit a bullet, I'll be the first to it, uh

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