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
err'thang I had, and I put it in rap
If I a Lunatic, then what do ya call that
If my pockets ain't obese, then do ya call fat
I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely
I'm the result of what happens when the is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, only when 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
cocking the fo's back, start making 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
like I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty

[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...
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 number one, from the so smart
Before I walk 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 the first man ever touched space
Or the dot on the dice when a roll Ace (Damn!)
Winning team legacy, I rep to the of me
And just for the record B, 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 missing a shot
I'm down in the Dirty I be booted 'n sooted
Me and got the Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes
that's some other shit; And it's 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 been a nigga me

[Chorus 2 - The Boy]
Po' is! - one
For my niggas in the borough, to start dinero
Posta is! - number one
I'ma center fold nigga, up rose nigga
We the baby, we - number one
For my niggas down, for me always been around
Nigga Posta he's! - 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 be popping here
The game is wild, few gonna this year
Some of not this year, the rest of y'all getting dropped this year
I'm hearing that the cops is (I'm it) cops is here
In BBC socks, I got the rocks in here
If the cops in here, I got my in here
If the glock in here, you it's gon' get +Hot in Here+
Touch ya to sue, like them heat holders do
The new 645, I'll have the in June
Start the summer off, wit the guts maroon
+Ricky Schroder+ job, colored +Silver Spoon+
Boys in guts, black paint, midnight coon
gun, red beam, ready for high 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 - a mill, hell of a growth spurt
And you don't talk, show money
You would it was talk show money
Honey understand, Malicious never down on his luck
I'll fly you across the water, we even got to fuck
Hell, we can even dap we park
Whatever helps you keep focus, your heart
messy mayne, we wrecklessly aim
It's the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse
I will - write your outro, write your life
I'm so author, I smoke a pipe
I disregard all 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, be the first to pull it, uh

1]

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