Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

D.j. doc you he's down with us
D-square, he's down us
Keyboard money mike, is down us
I.c.u., you know down with us
D-nice and mcboo, down with us
Ms. melodie, she's with us
Just-ice and dmx, down with us
My manager moe, he's down us
Castle-d boy, he's with us
D.j. red alert, he's with us
Robocop boy, he's with us
Makin' funky music is a
I'm one
People still rappin' for a joke
A hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to
When I get by a million mcs
I try to tell them, we're all in this
My album was raw because no-one would
Think like I think and do I do
I stole the show, and I leave without a clue
do you think makes up a krs?
Concisive teaching, or clear speaking?
Ridiculous bass, treble
Rebel, renegade, stay paid
Not by aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take trips
I'm the original teacher of this of style
Rockin' with a smile
Or or chuckle, yes some are not up to
Bdp posse so I to
in the jam and slam
I'm not superman, because can
Or should be able to off turntables
Grab the mic, plug it in and
But here's where the problem starts, no
Because of that a lot of groups apart
Rap is still an art, and no-one's the old school
'Cause rap is a brand-new tool
I say no-one's from the old 'cause rap on a whole
Isn't even years old
Fifty years down the line, you can this
'Cause we'll be the old artists
And even in that time, say a rhyme
A style, ruthless and wild
Runnin' around money, havin' fun
'Cause even then, I'm number one

Blastmaster of course
Comes to express with style the
of rhyming, old and new, past and present
Knock, knock, who is it?
A brand-new style, hup, time to
People talk about me they see me on stage
in action, guaranteed raw
I hang the rich and I work for the poor
Now you can say you saw
Krs-one stompin' once
I play by ear, I love to
The alfa from here to there
I the beer, but not in the ride
'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or
My album is sellin' of my vocals
You what you need to learn?
Old school artists don't always
You're just another rapper had his turn
Now it's my turn, and I am
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
Many of you are educated, open your mouth and
Krs-one is like a total renegade
I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people
lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the head-on
By bringin' out the in a song
So bdp, for boogie down productions
Made a little noise 'cause the crew was sayin'
People have the nerve to take me for a
An one, something closer to a prankster
Doin' crimes, goin' straight to penitentiary
But in a scale of crime that's elementary
This beat is now compelling me to explain in
Why my jam was so violent
It's simple bdp teach reality
No beatin' the bush, straight up, just like the p is free
So now you know, a poet's job is done
But I'm overworked, 'cause I'm still number one
Kool moe dee, he's down us
Eric b. and rakim, they're with us
Stetsasonic, they're with us
Dana dane, he's down us
Sleeping bag records, they're with us
My lawyer jay, he's down us
is down with us
Makin' funky is a must
I'm one