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!?...

1 - Nelly]
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, what do ya call that
If my pockets ain't obese, what do ya call fat
I wasn't born on purpose, I was born
I'm the result of happens when the condom 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 I get the credit fo'
More retro, than nigga before you get back
I start taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that
Start cocking the fo's back, making ya dome crack
you don't like me and I'm happy to know that
Feel I'm cheating don't it, kinda unfair in fact
like I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty

[Chorus 1 -
I - am - number one, no if you like it
Here take it sit down and it
I - am - one
Hey hey hey hey...
What does it to be number one
Two is not a winner, and three remembers
What 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 jail say I'm hard
If you ask 106 who I be, gon say I'm God!
Number one the first man ever touched space
Or the dot on the dice when a nigga Ace (Damn!)
team legacy, I rep to the death 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 Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a shot
When I'm down in the I be booted 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the swooshes
Anyway that's other shit; And it's a shame
I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter rich
P to the B see, I'm and greasy!
I'm the champ, and never 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 nigga, fucked up rose 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 live it, cause I'm the one that did it

3 - Pusha T]
Lookin for a coward - well it's not in
the BBC, this heart be popping here
The is wild, few gonna drop this year
Some of y'all not this year, the rest of y'all dropped this year
I'm hearing that the 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 get +Hot in Here+
Touch ya soul to sue, like them holders do
The new 645, I'll have the in June
Start the summer off, wit the guts maroon
+Ricky paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+
Boys in black guts, black paint, coon
Black gun, red beam, ready for noon
Pusha straight like, half-past
"Hell No Fury" coming soon, bet we'll do number one

1] + (w/ Malice ad-libs)

[Verse 4 -
It was just '98, I was holding
Now I'm only worth - a mill, hell of a growth spurt
And you don't talk, show money
You think it was talk show money
Honey fully understand, Malicious never down on his
I'll fly you across the water, we ain't even got to
Hell, we can dap when we park
helps you keep focus, safeguard your heart
Icky messy mayne, we aim
the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse James
I will - write outro, ghost write your life
I'm so author, I smoke a pipe
I all subliminal gestures
I'm the lead roller, y'all cast his extras
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"