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!?...

1 - Nelly]
They I was crazy, when I stop slangin the crack
err'thang 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, what do ya call fat
I wasn't on purpose, I was unpurposely born
I'm the result of what happens when the is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, only talking 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, nigga before you get thrown back
I start taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that
cocking the fo's back, start making ya dome crack
Heard you don't like me and I'm happy to know
Feel like I'm cheating it, kinda unfair in fact
Feel like I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's,

1 - Nelly]
I - am - number one, no if you like it
take it sit down and write it
I - am - one
Hey hey hey hey...
does it take to be number one
Two is not a winner, and three remembers
What does it take to be one
Hey hey hey hey...

[Verse 2 - The Boy]
Yo yo, I was born number one, the start so smart
Before I could walk I was Head Start
The jail say I'm hard
If you ask 106 who I be, gon say I'm God!
one like the first man ever touched space
Or the dot on the dice when a nigga Ace (Damn!)
team legacy, I rep to the death 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 like Allen wit the rock, I missing a shot
When I'm down in the Dirty I be 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the chinchilla
Anyway that's some other shit; And a shame
I'm so now my great grand daughter mother rich
P to the B see, I'm and greasy!
I'm the champ, and never been a nigga defeat me

2 - The Posta Boy]
Po' is! - one
For my niggas in the borough, to start that
Nigga Posta is! - one
I'ma center fold nigga, fucked up rose
We the baby, we - number one
For my niggas down, for me always been around
Nigga Posta he's! - one
I don't 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, heart be popping here
The game is wild, few drop this year
of y'all not this year, the rest of y'all getting dropped this year
I'm that the cops is (I'm hearing it) cops is here
In these BBC socks, I got the 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 soul to sue, like them holders do
The new 645, I'll have the first in
Start the summer off, floating wit the guts
Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+
Boys in guts, black paint, midnight coon
gun, red beam, ready for high noon
Pusha straight like, noon
"Hell Hath No Fury" soon, bet we'll do number one

1] + (w/ Malice ad-libs)

[Verse 4 -
It was just '98, I was work
Now I'm only - over a mill, hell of a growth spurt
And you don't wanna talk, money
You would think it was talk money
fully understand, Malicious never down on his luck
I'll fly you across the water, we even got to fuck
Hell, we can even dap when we
Whatever helps you keep focus, safeguard your
messy mayne, we wrecklessly aim
It's the tale of two brothers like and Jesse James
I will - write your outro, ghost your 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 one wit a bullet, I'll be the first to pull it, uh

1]

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