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!?...

1 - Nelly]
They I was crazy, when 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, then what do ya fat
I wasn't on purpose, I was unpurposely born
I'm the of what happens when the condom is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, only talking when 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 you get thrown back
I taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that Kodak
Start cocking the fo's back, start making ya crack
you don't like me and I'm happy to know that
Feel like I'm cheating don't it, unfair in fact
Feel like I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's,

[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 it take to be number one
Two is not a winner, and three nobody
What does it take to be one
Hey hey hey hey...

[Verse 2 - The Boy]
Yo yo, I was number one, from the start so smart
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 the first man ever touched 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
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 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 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 start dinero
Nigga is! - number one
I'ma fold nigga, fucked up rose nigga
We the team baby, we - one
For my niggas that down, for me always around
Nigga Posta he's! - one
I don't talk it, I live it, cause I'm the first one did it

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

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

[Verse 4 -
It was '98, I was holding work
Now I'm only worth - over a mill, hell of a spurt
And you wanna talk, show money
You would think it was talk show
fully understand, Malicious never down 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 keep focus, safeguard your
Icky mayne, we wrecklessly aim
the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse James
I will - your outro, ghost write your life
I'm so author, I smoke a pipe
I disregard all subliminal
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 one wit a bullet, I'll be the first to pull it, uh

1]

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