Luyện nghe bài hát No.1 - Clipse

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

"Rising to the top"
"Number one"

[Intro - {*w/ 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
err'thang I had, and I put it in rap
If I ain't a Lunatic, then do ya call that
If my pockets obese, then what do ya call fat
I born on purpose, I was unpurposely born
I'm the result of what when the condom is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, talking when need to be
saying too much, and these niggas 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 thrown
I start taking, snap shots, I ain't talking Kodak
Start cocking the back, start making ya dome crack
Heard you don't like me and I'm happy to that
Feel like I'm cheating don't it, kinda in fact
like 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 and write it
I - am - one
Hey hey hey hey...
What it take to be number one
Two is not a winner, and three nobody
What it take to be number one
Hey hey hey hey...

[Verse 2 - The Posta
Yo yo, I was born one, from the start so smart
Before I could walk I was attending Start
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 touched
Or the dot on the when a nigga roll Ace (Damn!)
Winning legacy, I rep to the death of me
And just for the record B, none of 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
I'm down in the Dirty I be booted 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the swooshes
Anyway that's some 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 never been a nigga defeat me

[Chorus 2 - The Posta
Po' is! - one
For my niggas in the borough, to that dinero
Nigga is! - number one
I'ma center nigga, fucked up rose nigga
We the team baby, we - one
For my that down, for me always been around
Posta he's! - number one
I talk it, I live it, cause I'm the first one that did it

[Verse 3 - T]
Lookin for a coward - it's not in here
Under the BBC, heart 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 hearing that the cops is (I'm hearing it) 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+
ya soul to sue, like them heat holders do
The new 645, I'll have the first in
Start the summer off, wit the guts maroon
+Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver
in black guts, black paint, midnight coon
Black gun, red beam, ready for high
Pusha straight like, half-past
"Hell Hath No Fury" soon, bet we'll do number one

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[Verse 4 -
It was just '98, I was holding
Now I'm only worth - over a mill, hell of a growth
And you don't talk, show money
You would it was talk show money
Honey fully understand, Malicious down on his luck
fly you across the water, we ain't even got to fuck
Hell, we can even dap when we
Whatever helps you keep focus, safeguard your
Icky messy mayne, we aim
It's the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse
I - write your 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

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