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 said I was crazy, I stop slangin the crack
Took 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, then 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 sworn to secrecy, talking when need to be
Never saying too much, and these niggas talking
I rip it up mo' then 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 talking that Kodak
Start cocking the back, start making ya dome crack
Heard you don't like me and I'm happy to know
Feel like I'm cheating don't it, unfair in fact
Feel like I'm wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty

1 - Nelly]
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 Boy]
Yo yo, I was born one, from the start so smart
Before I could I was attending Head Start
The niggas 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 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 I'm brick in the pot
I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a
When I'm down in the Dirty I be '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 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 baby, we - number one
For my that down, for me always been around
Posta he's! - number one
I don't talk it, I 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, this heart be popping
The game is wild, few gonna drop this
Some of y'all not this year, the rest of y'all getting dropped this
I'm hearing the cops is (I'm hearing it) cops is here
In these BBC socks, I got the rocks in
If the in here, I got my glock in here
If the glock in here, you it's gon' get +Hot in Here+
Touch ya soul to sue, them heat holders do
The new 645, I'll have the in June
Start the summer off, floating wit the guts
+Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver
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

1] + (w/ Malice 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 money
Honey fully understand, Malicious down on his luck
I'll fly you across the water, we ain't even got to
Hell, we can even dap when we
Whatever helps you keep focus, safeguard heart
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 should smoke a
I all subliminal gestures
I'm the lead roller, 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

1]

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