Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

D.j. doc you know he's with us
D-square, down with us
money mike, is down with us
I.c.u., you know he's down us
D-nice and mcboo, they're down us
Ms. melodie, she's down us
and dmx, they're down with us
My moe, he's down with us
Castle-d boy, he's down us
D.j. red alert, he's with us
Robocop boy, down with us
Makin' funky is a must
I'm one
People still takin' for a joke
A passing or a phase with a rope
I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a mcs
I try to them, we're all in this together
My album was raw no-one would ever
like I think and do what I do
I the show, and then I leave without a clue
What do you makes up a krs?
Concisive teaching, or very clear
bass, aggravating treble
Rebel, renegade, must paid
Not by aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to long trips
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
Step in the jam and
I'm not superman, because can
Or should be able to off turntables
Grab the mic, plug it in and
But here's the problem starts, no heart
Because of that a lot of groups apart
Rap is still an art, and from the old school
'Cause rap is a brand-new tool
I say no-one's from the old school rap on a whole
even twenty years old
Fifty years down the line, you can this
'Cause we'll be the old school
And even in that time, I'll say a
A style, ruthless and wild
around spendin' money, havin' fun
'Cause even then, I'm still one

Blastmaster krs-one of
Comes to express with the lost
of rhyming, old and new, past and present
Knock, knock, who is it?
A brand-new style, hup, to change
People talk me when they see me on stage
in action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the and I work for the poor
Now you can say you saw
Krs-one once more
I play by ear, I to steer
The alfa romeo here to there
I the beer, but not in the ride
'Cause I'm not stupid, I drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, or local
My album is sellin' of my vocals
You know what you to learn?
Old school artists always burn
You're another rapper who's had his turn
Now my turn, and I am concerned
About idiots as kings
are we here to rule?
I thought we supposed to sing
And if we oughta sing, then let us to teach
of you are educated, open your mouth and speak
Krs-one is something a total renegade
Except I steal, I rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', people dyin'
lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem
By bringin' out the in a song
So bdp, short for boogie productions
a little noise 'cause the crew was sayin' somethin'
People have the nerve to me for a gangster
An ignorant one, closer to a prankster
petty crimes, goin' straight to penitentiary
But in a scale of that's really elementary
This beat is now compelling me to explain in
Why my last jam was so
simple bdp will teach reality
No around the bush, straight up, just like the p is free
So now you know, a poet's job is never
But I'm never overworked, 'cause I'm still one
Kool moe dee, he's with us
Eric b. and rakim, they're down us
Stetsasonic, they're with us
Dana dane, he's down us
Sleeping bag records, down with us
My lawyer jay, he's down us
Jive/rca is with us
Makin' music is a must
I'm one