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 I was crazy, when 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 born on purpose, I was unpurposely born
I'm the result of happens when the condom is torn
I was sworn to secrecy, talking when need to be
Never saying too much, and these niggas repeatedly
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 thrown
I start taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that
Start cocking the fo's back, start making ya dome
Heard you don't like me and I'm happy to 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 - one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit and write it
I - am - one
Hey hey hey hey...
What does it to be number one
Two is not a winner, and three nobody
What does it 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 walk I was attending Head Start
The niggas 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 a nigga roll Ace (Damn!)
team legacy, I rep to the death of me
And for the record B, none of y'all can F wit me
Rise to the top I'm brick in the pot
I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't a shot
I'm down in the Dirty I be booted 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got the wit the chinchilla swooshes
Anyway that's some other 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 never been a nigga defeat me

[Chorus 2 - The Posta
Po' is! - one
For my in the borough, to start that dinero
Nigga is! - number one
I'ma center fold nigga, up rose nigga
We the team baby, we - 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

[Verse 3 - T]
Lookin for a - well it's not in here
Under the BBC, this heart be popping
The game is wild, few gonna drop year
Some of y'all not this year, the rest of y'all getting this year
I'm that the cops is (I'm hearing it) cops 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, them heat holders do
The new 645, I'll have the first in
Start the off, floating wit the guts maroon
+Ricky paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+
Boys in black guts, black paint, midnight
Black gun, red beam, for high noon
Pusha straight like, noon
"Hell Hath No Fury" coming soon, bet we'll do one

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[Verse 4 -
It was '98, I was holding work
Now I'm only - 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 never on his luck
I'll fly you the water, we ain't 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 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 - scratches] - [To
"Rising to the top"
"Number One"