Luyện nghe bài hát No.1 - Clipse

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

"Rising to the top"
"Number one"

[Intro - Nelly] {*w/
Oh go!
ENT!
Nigga, we all we got, aye
We all we got!
Ok! Can you me!?...

[Verse 1 -
They said I was crazy, I stop slangin the crack
Took I had, and I put it in rap
If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call
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 when the is torn
I was to secrecy, only talking when need to be
Never too much, and these niggas talking repeatedly
I rip it up mo' then I get regretted fo'
Same biz you paying, on notes I get the fo'
More retro, than nigga you get thrown back
I start taking, snap shots, I ain't that Kodak
Start the fo's back, start making ya dome crack
Heard you don't me and I'm happy to know that
Feel like I'm don't it, kinda unfair in fact
Feel like I'm wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty

[Chorus 1 -
I - am - number one, no 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 three 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 I was attending 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 ever 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 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 Airs wit the chinchilla
Anyway that's other shit; And it's a shame
I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter mother
P to the B see, I'm and greasy!
I'm the champ, and ain't been a nigga defeat me

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

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

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

4 - Malice]
It was '98, I was holding work
Now I'm only worth - over a mill, of a growth spurt
And you wanna talk, show money
You would it was talk show money
Honey understand, Malicious never down on his luck
I'll fly you across the water, we ain't got to fuck
Hell, we can even dap when we
Whatever helps you keep focus, safeguard your
Icky mayne, we wrecklessly aim
It's the tale of two brothers like Frank and 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 that's one wit a bullet, be the first to pull it, uh

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