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 the crack
Took I had, and I put it in rap
If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call
If my pockets ain't obese, what do ya call fat
I wasn't born on purpose, I was born
I'm the result of what happens when the is torn
I was to secrecy, only talking when need to be
Never too much, and these niggas talking repeatedly
Conceivably I rip it up mo' I get regretted fo'
Same biz you paying, on I get the credit fo'
More retro, than nigga before you get thrown
I start taking, snap shots, I talking that Kodak
Start cocking the fo's back, making ya dome crack
Heard you like me and I'm happy to know that
Feel like I'm cheating don't it, kinda in fact
Feel like I'm wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty

1 - Nelly]
I - am - number one, no if you like it
take it sit down and write it
I - am - one
Hey hey hey hey...
What it take to be number one
Two is not a winner, and three remembers
What does it take to be one
Hey hey hey hey...

[Verse 2 - The Posta
Yo yo, I was born number one, from the so smart
I could walk I was attending Head 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 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 record B, none of 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 I be booted 'n sooted
Me and got the Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes
Anyway that's some other shit; And a shame
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 a nigga defeat me

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

3 - Pusha T]
Lookin for a coward - it's not in here
the BBC, this heart be popping here
The game is wild, few gonna drop this
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 these BBC socks, I got the in here
If the cops in here, I got my glock in
If the glock in here, you it's gon' get +Hot in Here+
Touch ya soul to sue, like them holders do
The new 645, have the first in June
Start the off, floating wit the guts maroon
+Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored Spoon+
in black guts, black paint, midnight coon
Black gun, red beam, for high noon
Pusha straight like, half-past
"Hell No Fury" coming soon, bet we'll do number one

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

[Verse 4 -
It was just '98, I was holding
Now I'm only worth - a mill, hell of a growth spurt
And you don't wanna talk, show
You would think it was talk show
Honey fully understand, Malicious down on his luck
I'll fly you across the water, we ain't got to fuck
Hell, we can dap when we park
Whatever helps you focus, safeguard your heart
Icky mayne, we wrecklessly aim
It's the 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 gestures
I'm the lead roller, y'all couldn't cast his
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 - scratches] - [To
"Rising to the top"
"Number One"