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!?...

1 - Nelly]
They said I was crazy, when I slangin the crack
err'thang I had, and I put it in rap
If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya that
If my pockets ain't obese, what do ya call fat
I wasn't born on purpose, I was born
I'm the result of happens when the condom is torn
I was to secrecy, only talking when need to be
saying too much, and these niggas talking 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 you get thrown back
I start taking, snap shots, I talking that Kodak
Start cocking the fo's back, start ya dome crack
Heard you don't like me and I'm to know that
Feel like I'm cheating it, kinda unfair in fact
Feel like I'm playing wit two Shaq's, and two T-Mac's,

1 - Nelly]
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 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 Boy]
Yo yo, I was born one, from the start so smart
Before I could walk I was attending Head
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 when a roll Ace (Damn!)
team legacy, I rep to the death of me
And just for the record B, none of can F wit me
to the top like I'm brick in the pot
I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't a shot
When I'm in the Dirty I be booted '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 a nigga defeat me

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

3 - Pusha T]
Lookin for a - well 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 this
I'm hearing that the 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 glock in
If the glock in here, you know it's gon' get +Hot in
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 guts
+Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver
Boys in guts, black paint, midnight coon
gun, red beam, ready for high noon
Pusha straight like, noon
"Hell Hath No Fury" coming soon, bet we'll do one

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

[Verse 4 -
It was '98, I was holding work
Now I'm worth - over a mill, hell of a growth 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 even got to fuck
Hell, we can dap when we park
Whatever helps you focus, safeguard your heart
Icky 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 smoke a pipe
I disregard all subliminal
I'm the roller, y'all 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, I'll be the to pull it, uh

1]

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