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 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 ain't obese, then do ya call fat
I born on purpose, I was unpurposely born
I'm the of what happens when the condom is torn
I was to secrecy, only talking when need to be
Never saying too much, and these niggas talking
Conceivably I rip it up mo' then I get fo'
Same biz you paying, on I get the credit fo'
More retro, than before you get thrown back
I start taking, snap shots, I ain't that Kodak
cocking the fo's back, start making ya dome crack
Heard you like me and I'm happy to know that
Feel like I'm cheating it, kinda unfair in fact
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 take it sit down and it
I - am - one
Hey hey hey hey...
What does it take to be one
Two is not a winner, and three remembers
What does it 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 walk 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 the first man ever touched space
Or the dot on the dice when a nigga Ace (Damn!)
Winning legacy, I rep to the death of me
And for the record B, none 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 in the Dirty I be booted 'n sooted
Me and got the Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes
Anyway some 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 in the borough, to start that dinero
Nigga Posta is! - one
I'ma center fold nigga, up rose nigga
We the team baby, we - one
For my niggas that down, for me always been
Nigga Posta he's! - one
I don't it, I live it, cause I'm the first 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 drop this year
Some of y'all not year, the rest of y'all getting dropped this year
I'm hearing that the cops is (I'm hearing it) 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 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 maroon
+Ricky Schroder+ job, colored +Silver Spoon+
Boys in black guts, paint, midnight coon
gun, red beam, ready for high noon
Pusha straight like, half-past
"Hell Hath No Fury" coming soon, bet we'll do one

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