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 -
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, what do ya call that
If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya 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 talking need to be
Never saying too much, and these niggas talking
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 ain't that Kodak
Start cocking the fo's back, making ya dome crack
Heard you don't me and I'm happy to know that
Feel like I'm cheating don't it, kinda in fact
Feel I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty

1 - Nelly]
I - am - one, no matter if you like it
Here 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
does it take to be number one
Hey hey hey hey...

[Verse 2 - The Boy]
Yo yo, I was number 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 touched
Or the dot on the dice when a nigga 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 like I'm 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 Nelly got the wit the chinchilla swooshes
Anyway that's some 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 been a nigga me

[Chorus 2 - The Posta
Po' is! - one
For my niggas in the borough, to start dinero
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
Posta he's! - number one
I talk it, I live it, cause I'm the first one that did it

[Verse 3 - T]
Lookin for a - 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 this year
I'm hearing that the is (I'm hearing it) cops is here
In these BBC socks, I got the rocks in
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 soul to sue, like heat holders do
The new 645, I'll have the first in
the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon
+Ricky Schroder+ paint job, +Silver Spoon+
Boys in black guts, black paint, coon
gun, red beam, ready for high noon
Pusha straight like, half-past
"Hell No Fury" coming soon, bet we'll do number one

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

4 - Malice]
It was just '98, I was holding
Now I'm only worth - over a mill, hell of a growth
And you don't wanna talk, money
You think it was talk show money
Honey understand, Malicious never 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 focus, safeguard your heart
Icky mayne, we wrecklessly aim
It's the tale of two brothers like and Jesse James
I will - write your outro, ghost write life
I'm so author, I smoke a pipe
I all subliminal gestures
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, I'll be the to pull it, uh

1]

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