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

1 - Nelly]
I - am - one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit and write it
I - am - one
Hey hey hey hey...
What it take to be number one
Two is not a winner, and nobody remembers
What does it to be number one
Hey hey hey hey...

[Verse 2 - The Posta
Yo yo, I was born number one, from the start so
Before I could walk I was attending Head
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 space
Or the dot on the dice a nigga roll Ace (Damn!)
Winning team legacy, I rep to the of me
And just for the B, none of y'all can F wit me
to the top like I'm brick in the pot
I'm like Allen wit the rock, I missing a shot
When I'm down in the Dirty I be 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the chinchilla
Anyway that's some other shit; And a shame
I'm so filthy now my grand daughter mother rich
P to the B see, I'm and greasy!
I'm the champ, and ain't never been a nigga me

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

[Verse 3 - T]
Lookin for a - well it's not in here
Under the BBC, this heart be popping
The is wild, few gonna drop this year
Some of y'all not this year, the rest of y'all getting dropped this
I'm hearing that the 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 glock in
If the glock in here, you know gon' get +Hot in Here+
Touch ya soul to sue, them heat holders do
The new 645, I'll have the in June
the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon
+Ricky paint 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 do number one

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

[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 talk, show money
You would think it was talk show
Honey fully understand, never down on his luck
I'll fly you the water, we ain't even got to fuck
Hell, we can even dap we park
Whatever helps you keep focus, your heart
Icky mayne, we wrecklessly aim
It's the tale of two brothers like 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 that's one wit a bullet, be the first to pull it, uh

1]

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