Luyện nghe bài hát No.1 - Clipse

#1 (Wally Remix)
f/ Clipse, The Boy

"Rising to the top"
"Number one"

[Intro - {*w/ ad-libs*}
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
Took I had, and I put it in rap
If I a Lunatic, then what do ya call that
If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya fat
I wasn't born on purpose, I was born
I'm the result of what happens when the is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, talking when need to be
Never saying too much, and these niggas talking
Conceivably I rip it up mo' then I get fo'
biz you paying, on notes I get the credit fo'
More retro, than nigga before you get back
I start taking, shots, I ain't talking that Kodak
Start cocking the fo's back, start making ya dome
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
Here take it sit and write it
I - am - one
Hey hey hey hey...
What it take to be number one
Two is not a winner, and three nobody
What it take to be number 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 attending Start
The niggas say I'm hard
If you ask 106 who I be, gon say I'm God!
Number one like the first man ever space
Or the dot on the dice a nigga roll 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 like Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a
When I'm down in the I be booted 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the swooshes
Anyway that's some other shit; And 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 a nigga defeat me

[Chorus 2 - The Boy]
Po' is! - one
For my in the borough, to start that dinero
Nigga Posta is! - one
I'ma center fold nigga, fucked up nigga
We the team baby, we - one
For my niggas that down, for me been around
Nigga Posta he's! - one
I talk it, I live it, cause I'm the first one that did it

[Verse 3 - T]
Lookin for a coward - it's not in here
Under the BBC, heart 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 year
I'm hearing the cops is (I'm hearing it) cops is here
In these BBC socks, I got the in here
If the in here, I got my glock in here
If the glock in here, you know it's get +Hot in Here+
ya soul to sue, like them heat holders do
The new 645, have the first in June
the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon
+Ricky paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+
Boys in guts, black paint, midnight coon
Black gun, red beam, ready for high
Pusha straight like, half-past
"Hell No Fury" coming 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 it was talk show 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 we park
Whatever helps you keep focus, safeguard 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 smoke a
I disregard all subliminal
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, be the first to pull it, uh

1]

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