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 -
They said I was crazy, when I stop slangin the
err'thang I had, and I put it in rap
If I a Lunatic, then what do ya call that
If my pockets obese, then what do ya call fat
I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely
I'm the result of happens when the condom is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, only talking when to be
saying too much, and these niggas talking repeatedly
Conceivably I rip it up mo' then I get fo'
Same biz you paying, on notes I get the fo'
More retro, than nigga before you get thrown
I start taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that
Start cocking the 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, unfair in fact
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
take it sit down and write it
I - am - one
Hey hey hey hey...
What does it to be number one
Two is not a winner, and nobody remembers
What does it to be number one
Hey hey hey hey...

2 - The Posta Boy]
Yo yo, I was born number one, from the so smart
I could walk I was attending Head Start
The jail 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 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 like I'm in the pot
I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a
When I'm down in the Dirty I be booted 'n
Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the chinchilla
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 start dinero
Posta is! - number one
I'ma fold nigga, fucked up rose nigga
We the baby, we - number one
For my niggas that down, for me always around
Posta he's! - number one
I don't talk it, I live it, cause I'm the one that did it

[Verse 3 - T]
Lookin for a coward - well not in here
Under the BBC, this heart be popping
The game is wild, few gonna drop this
of y'all not this year, the rest of y'all getting dropped this year
I'm hearing that the cops is (I'm hearing it) cops is
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 gon' get +Hot in Here+
Touch ya soul to sue, them heat holders do
The new 645, I'll the first in June
Start the summer off, floating wit the 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 Hath No Fury" coming soon, bet do number one

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[Verse 4 -
It was just '98, I was holding
Now I'm only worth - over a mill, hell of a spurt
And you don't wanna talk, money
You would think it was show money
Honey fully understand, Malicious never on his luck
I'll fly you across the water, we ain't got to fuck
Hell, we can even dap when we
Whatever you keep focus, safeguard your heart
messy mayne, we wrecklessly 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 a pipe
I disregard all 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

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