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, when I stop slangin the
Took 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 on purpose, I was unpurposely born
I'm the result of happens when the condom is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, only talking when to be
Never saying too much, and these niggas repeatedly
Conceivably I rip it up mo' I get regretted fo'
Same biz you paying, on notes I get the fo'
More retro, than nigga before you get thrown
I taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that Kodak
Start cocking the back, start making ya dome crack
Heard you don't like me and I'm happy to know
Feel like I'm cheating don't it, kinda unfair in
like I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty

[Chorus 1 -
I - am - one, no matter 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 it take to be number one
Hey hey hey hey...

2 - The Posta Boy]
Yo yo, I was born number one, from the start so
Before I could walk I was attending Head
The jail say I'm hard
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 roll Ace (Damn!)
Winning 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 ain't missing a
When I'm down in the Dirty I be 'n sooted
Me and got the Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes
Anyway that's some other shit; And it's a
I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter rich
P to the B see, I'm and greasy!
I'm the champ, and ain't never a nigga defeat me

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

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

1] + (w/ Malice ad-libs)

[Verse 4 -
It was just '98, I was holding
Now I'm worth - over a mill, hell of a growth spurt
And you don't talk, show money
You would think it was talk money
Honey fully understand, Malicious down on his luck
I'll fly you the water, we ain't even got to fuck
Hell, we can even dap we park
Whatever helps you keep focus, safeguard heart
Icky mayne, we wrecklessly aim
It's the tale of two brothers like Frank and James
I - write your outro, ghost write your life
I'm so author, I smoke 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 one wit a bullet, I'll be the first to pull it, uh

1]

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