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
Took I had, and I put it in rap
If I a Lunatic, then what do ya call that
If my ain't obese, then what do ya call fat
I wasn't on purpose, I was unpurposely born
I'm the result of what happens the condom is torn
I was to secrecy, only talking when need to be
Never saying too much, and these niggas repeatedly
I rip it up mo' then 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 dome
you don't like me and I'm happy to know that
Feel like I'm cheating it, kinda unfair in fact
Feel like I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's,

1 - Nelly]
I - am - number one, no matter if you 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 three nobody
What it take to be number one
Hey hey hey hey...

[Verse 2 - The Posta
Yo yo, I was born number one, the start so smart
Before I could I was attending Head Start
The jail say I'm hard
If you ask 106 who I be, gon say I'm God!
Number one like the first man ever touched
Or the dot on the dice when a roll Ace (Damn!)
team legacy, I rep to the death of me
And just for the record B, none of can F wit me
Rise to the top I'm brick in the pot
I'm like wit the rock, I ain't missing a shot
When I'm in the Dirty I be booted 'n sooted
Me and got the Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes
Anyway that's some other And it's a shame
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 a nigga defeat me

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

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

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

4 - Malice]
It was just '98, I was holding
Now I'm only worth - a mill, hell of a growth spurt
And you don't wanna talk, money
You would think it was talk show
Honey fully understand, Malicious never down on his
I'll fly you across the water, we even got to fuck
Hell, we can even dap we park
Whatever helps you keep focus, safeguard your
Icky mayne, we wrecklessly aim
It's the tale of two like Frank and Jesse James
I will - your outro, ghost write your life
I'm so author, I should a pipe
I disregard all gestures
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 that's one wit a bullet, be the first to pull it, uh

1]

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