Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

D.j. doc you know he's with us
D-square, down with us
Keyboard money mike, is with us
I.c.u., you know he's down us
D-nice and mcboo, down with us
Ms. melodie, down with us
Just-ice and dmx, down with us
My manager moe, down with us
boy, he's down with us
D.j. red alert, he's down us
Robocop boy, he's with us
Makin' music is a must
I'm one
People still rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a
Sometimes I and try to believe
When I get by a million mcs
I try to tell them, all in this together
My album was raw because would ever
Think like I and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I leave a clue
What do you think up a krs?
Concisive teaching, or very speaking?
bass, aggravating treble
Rebel, renegade, stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of
Causing me to take long
I'm the original teacher of this of style
Rockin' off-beat with a
Or or chuckle, yes some are not up to
Bdp posse so I to
in the jam and slam
I'm not superman, anybody can
Or should be to rock off turntables
Grab the mic, it in and begin
But where the problem starts, no heart
Because of that a lot of fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no-one's the old school
'Cause rap is still a tool
I say no-one's from the old school rap on a whole
Isn't twenty years old
years down the line, you can start this
'Cause we'll be the old school
And in that time, I'll say a rhyme
A style, ruthless and wild
Runnin' around spendin' money, fun
even then, I'm still number one

Blastmaster of course
Comes to with style the lost
Ways of rhyming, old and new, past and
Knock, knock, who is it?
A brand-new style, hup, to change
People talk about me when they see me on
in action, guaranteed raw
I hang the rich and I work for the poor
Now you can say you saw
Krs-one stompin' more
I by ear, I love to steer
The alfa romeo from here to
I grab the beer, but not in the
I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, or local
My album is sellin' because of my
You what you need to learn?
Old school artists don't burn
You're just another who's had his turn
Now it's my turn, and I am
About idiots posing as
are we here to rule?
I thought we were supposed to
And if we oughta sing, let us begin to teach
Many of you are educated, open your and speak
Krs-one is something a total renegade
Except I don't steal, I to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm
Not to escape, but hit the problem
By bringin' out the in a song
So bdp, short for boogie productions
Made a little noise the crew was sayin' somethin'
People have the nerve to me for a gangster
An ignorant one, something closer to a
Doin' petty crimes, goin' to penitentiary
But in a scale of crime that's really
This beat is now compelling me to in silence
Why my jam was so violent
It's simple bdp will teach
No beatin' around the bush, straight up, like the p is free
So now you know, a poet's job is never
But I'm never overworked, 'cause I'm number one
moe dee, he's down with us
Eric b. and rakim, they're with us
Stetsasonic, they're down us
Dana dane, he's with us
Sleeping bag records, they're with us
My lawyer jay, he's down us
is down with us
Makin' funky music is a
I'm one