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!?...

1 - Nelly]
They said I was crazy, I stop slangin the crack
err'thang 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, what do ya call fat
I born on purpose, I was unpurposely born
I'm the result of happens when the condom is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, talking 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 notes I get the fo'
More retro, than before you get thrown back
I start taking, snap shots, I talking that 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 don't it, kinda unfair in fact
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 it take to be number one
Two is not a winner, and nobody 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 could walk I was Head Start
The jail niggas say I'm
If you ask 106 who I be, gon say I'm God!
Number one like the first man touched space
Or the dot on the dice when a nigga Ace (Damn!)
Winning team legacy, I rep to the of me
And for the record B, none of y'all can F wit me
to the top like I'm brick in the pot
I'm Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a shot
When I'm down in the Dirty I be 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the swooshes
Anyway that's some other shit; And it's a
I'm so filthy now my great grand mother rich
P to the B see, I'm and greasy!
I'm the champ, and ain't been a nigga defeat me

[Chorus 2 - The Boy]
Po' is! - one
For my niggas in the borough, to that dinero
Nigga is! - number one
I'ma center fold nigga, fucked up nigga
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 live it, cause I'm the first one did it

[Verse 3 - T]
for a coward - well it's not in here
Under the BBC, this be popping here
The is wild, few gonna drop this year
Some of y'all not this year, the rest of y'all getting dropped year
I'm hearing that the cops is (I'm 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 know it's gon' get in Here+
Touch ya soul to sue, them heat holders do
The new 645, I'll have the first in
the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon
+Ricky Schroder+ job, colored +Silver Spoon+
Boys in black guts, paint, midnight coon
Black gun, red beam, ready for high
Pusha straight like, half-past
"Hell Hath No Fury" coming soon, bet we'll do one

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[Verse 4 -
It was just '98, I was work
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 fully understand, never down on his luck
I'll fly you across the water, we ain't even got to
Hell, we can even dap we park
Whatever helps you keep focus, safeguard heart
Icky messy mayne, we aim
It's the tale of two brothers Frank and Jesse James
I will - write your outro, ghost write life
I'm so author, I should smoke a
I all subliminal gestures
I'm the roller, y'all 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, be the first to pull it, uh

1]

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