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, when I stop slangin the
err'thang 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, what do ya call fat
I born on purpose, I was unpurposely born
I'm the result of what happens when the is torn
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'
Same biz you paying, on notes I get the fo'
More retro, than before you get thrown back
I start taking, snap shots, I talking that Kodak
Start cocking the fo's back, start ya dome crack
Heard you don't like me and I'm happy to that
Feel like I'm don't it, kinda unfair in fact
Feel like I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's,

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

[Verse 2 - The Boy]
Yo yo, I was number one, from the start so smart
I could walk I was attending Head Start
The jail niggas say I'm
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 when 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 I'm brick in the pot
I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't a shot
I'm down in the Dirty I be booted 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got the wit the chinchilla swooshes
Anyway that's some other 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 ain't been a nigga defeat me

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

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

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

[Verse 4 -
It was just '98, I was work
Now I'm only worth - over a mill, of a growth spurt
And you don't wanna talk, show
You would it was talk show money
Honey fully understand, never down on his luck
I'll fly you across the water, we ain't got to fuck
Hell, we can even dap when we
Whatever helps you focus, safeguard your heart
Icky mayne, we wrecklessly 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 should smoke a
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, I'll be the first to it, uh

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