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 said I was crazy, when I stop slangin the
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 born on purpose, I was unpurposely
I'm the result of what when the condom is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, only talking need to be
Never saying too much, and these talking repeatedly
Conceivably I rip it up mo' I get regretted fo'
biz you paying, on notes I get the credit fo'
More retro, than before you get thrown 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 happy to that
Feel like I'm cheating don't it, kinda unfair in
Feel like I'm wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty

[Chorus 1 -
I - am - one, no matter if you like it
take it sit down and write 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, from the so smart
Before I could walk I was attending Head
The jail niggas say I'm
If you ask 106 who I be, gon say I'm God!
one like the first man ever touched space
Or the dot on the dice when a roll 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 I'm brick 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 it's a
I'm so filthy now my great 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 Posta
Po' is! - one
For my niggas in the borough, to start that
Nigga is! - number one
center fold nigga, fucked up rose nigga
We the team baby, we - one
For my niggas that down, for me always around
Posta he's! - number one
I don't talk it, I live it, I'm the first one that did it

3 - Pusha T]
Lookin for a - well it's not in here
the BBC, this 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 cops is (I'm hearing it) cops is
In BBC socks, I got the rocks in here
If the in here, I got my glock in here
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 first in
Start the off, floating wit the guts maroon
Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+
Boys in black guts, paint, midnight coon
Black gun, red beam, for high noon
straight like, half-past noon
"Hell No Fury" coming soon, bet we'll do number one

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

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