Luyện nghe bài hát No.1 - Clipse

#1 (Wally Remix)
f/ Clipse, The Boy

"Rising to the top"
"Number one"

[Intro - Nelly] {*w/
Oh go!
ENT!
Nigga, we all we got, aye
We all we got!
Ok! Can you me!?...

[Verse 1 -
said I was crazy, when I stop slangin the crack
Took I had, and I put it in rap
If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya that
If my ain't obese, then what do ya call fat
I wasn't born on purpose, I was born
I'm the result of happens when the condom is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, only when need to be
Never saying too much, and these niggas repeatedly
I rip it up mo' then I get regretted fo'
Same biz you paying, on I get the credit fo'
More retro, nigga before you get thrown back
I start taking, snap shots, I ain't talking Kodak
Start cocking the fo's back, start making ya crack
Heard you don't me and I'm happy to know 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 if you like it
Here take it sit and write it
I - am - one
Hey hey hey hey...
What 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 Posta
Yo yo, I was born one, from the start so smart
Before I could walk I was attending 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 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
to the top like I'm brick in the pot
I'm like wit the rock, I ain't missing a shot
When I'm in the Dirty I be booted 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the swooshes
Anyway that's other shit; And it's a shame
I'm so filthy now my grand 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 Posta
Po' is! - one
For my in the borough, to start that dinero
Nigga Posta is! - one
center fold nigga, fucked up rose nigga
We the baby, we - number one
For my niggas 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]
for a coward - well 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 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+
ya soul to sue, like them heat holders do
The new 645, I'll have the first in
Start the summer off, floating wit the maroon
+Ricky paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+
Boys in black guts, paint, midnight coon
Black gun, red beam, for high noon
Pusha straight like, half-past
"Hell Hath No Fury" soon, bet we'll do number one

[Chorus 1] + (w/ 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 show money
Honey fully understand, Malicious down on his luck
fly you across the water, we ain't even got to fuck
Hell, we can even dap when we
Whatever you keep focus, safeguard your heart
Icky 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 should a pipe
I disregard all subliminal
I'm the lead roller, y'all couldn't 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

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