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

[Chorus 1 -
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 to be number one
Two is not a winner, and nobody remembers
What it take to be number one
Hey hey hey hey...

2 - The Posta Boy]
Yo yo, I was born one, from the start so smart
Before I could walk I was Head Start
The jail niggas say I'm
If you ask 106 who I be, gon say I'm God!
Number one like the first man ever touched
Or the dot on the when 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
I'm down in the Dirty I be booted 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got the wit the chinchilla swooshes
Anyway that's some shit; And it's a shame
I'm so filthy now my grand daughter mother rich
P to the B see, I'm and greasy!
I'm the champ, and ain't never a nigga defeat me

2 - The Posta Boy]
Po' is! - one
For my niggas in the borough, to start 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 been
Posta he's! - number one
I don't talk it, I live it, cause I'm the first one did it

[Verse 3 - T]
Lookin for a - well it's not in here
Under the BBC, this heart be here
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 hearing that the cops is (I'm hearing it) cops is
In BBC socks, I got the rocks in here
If the cops in here, I got my in here
If the glock in here, you know it's gon' get in Here+
Touch ya soul to sue, like heat holders do
The new 645, I'll the first in June
the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon
+Ricky Schroder+ paint job, +Silver Spoon+
Boys in black guts, paint, midnight coon
Black gun, red beam, ready for noon
straight like, half-past noon
"Hell No Fury" coming soon, bet we'll do number one

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

4 - Malice]
It was just '98, I was work
Now I'm only worth - over a mill, hell of a growth
And you don't wanna talk, money
You think it was talk show money
Honey fully understand, Malicious never down on his
I'll fly you across the water, we even got to fuck
Hell, we can even dap we park
Whatever helps you focus, safeguard your heart
Icky messy mayne, we aim
It's the tale of two brothers like and Jesse James
I - write your outro, ghost write your life
I'm so author, I should smoke a
I disregard all subliminal
I'm the lead roller, y'all 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"