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 a Lunatic, then what do ya call that
If my pockets obese, then what do ya call fat
I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely
I'm the result of what when the condom is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, talking when need to be
Never saying too much, and these talking repeatedly
Conceivably I rip it up mo' I get regretted fo'
Same biz you paying, on notes I get the fo'
More retro, than nigga before you get back
I taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that Kodak
Start cocking the fo's back, start making ya dome
Heard you don't like me and I'm happy to know
Feel like I'm cheating it, kinda unfair in fact
Feel like I'm 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 to be number one
Two is not a winner, and three nobody
What does it to be number one
Hey hey hey hey...

[Verse 2 - The Posta
Yo yo, I was number one, from the start 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!
one like the first man ever touched space
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
that's some other shit; And it's a shame
I'm so filthy now my great grand mother rich
P to the B see, I'm and greasy!
I'm the champ, and ain't never been a defeat me

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

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

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

[Verse 4 -
It was '98, I was holding work
Now I'm only worth - a mill, hell of a growth spurt
And you don't wanna talk, show
You would think it was show money
Honey fully understand, never down on his luck
fly you across the water, we ain't even got to fuck
Hell, we can dap when we park
helps you keep focus, safeguard your heart
Icky messy mayne, we aim
It's the tale of two brothers like Frank and James
I - write your outro, ghost write your life
I'm so author, I should smoke a
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 to pull it, uh

1]

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