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 -
They 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 do ya call that
If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya fat
I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely
I'm the result of what when the condom is torn
I was to secrecy, only talking when need to be
Never saying too much, and niggas talking repeatedly
Conceivably I rip it up mo' then I get fo'
Same biz you paying, on notes I get the fo'
retro, than nigga before you get thrown back
I start taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that
Start cocking the fo's back, making ya dome crack
Heard you don't me and I'm happy to know that
Feel I'm cheating 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
take it sit down and write it
I - am - one
Hey hey hey hey...
What does it take to be one
Two is not a winner, and three remembers
does it take to be number one
Hey hey hey hey...

[Verse 2 - The Posta
Yo yo, I was born number one, the start so smart
Before I could I was attending Head Start
The jail niggas say I'm
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 a nigga roll Ace (Damn!)
Winning legacy, I rep to the death 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 missing a shot
When I'm down in the Dirty I be 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the swooshes
that's some other shit; And it's a shame
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 never been a defeat me

2 - The Posta Boy]
Po' is! - one
For my in the borough, to start that dinero
Posta is! - number one
I'ma center fold nigga, fucked up nigga
We the team baby, we - one
For my niggas that down, for me always around
Nigga Posta he's! - one
I don't talk it, I live it, cause I'm the one that did it

3 - Pusha T]
Lookin for a - well it's not in here
Under the BBC, this be popping here
The game is wild, few drop this year
Some of y'all not this year, the rest of y'all getting dropped this
I'm hearing that the cops is (I'm it) cops is here
In these BBC socks, I got the rocks in
If the in here, I got my glock in here
If the in here, you know it's gon' get +Hot in Here+
Touch ya to sue, like them heat holders do
The new 645, I'll the first in June
the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon
+Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored Spoon+
Boys in black guts, black paint, midnight
gun, red beam, ready for high noon
Pusha straight like, noon
"Hell Hath No Fury" soon, bet we'll do number one

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

[Verse 4 -
It was just '98, I was work
Now I'm only worth - a mill, hell of a growth spurt
And you don't wanna talk, money
You would think it was talk money
Honey fully understand, never down on his luck
fly you across the water, we ain't even got to fuck
Hell, we can dap when we park
Whatever helps you focus, safeguard your heart
Icky messy mayne, we aim
It's the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse
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, 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

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