Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

D.j. doc you know he's with us
D-square, he's with us
Keyboard money mike, is down us
I.c.u., you know he's down us
D-nice and mcboo, they're with us
Ms. melodie, she's with us
Just-ice and dmx, down with us
My manager moe, down with us
Castle-d boy, he's down us
D.j. red alert, he's down us
Robocop boy, he's down us
Makin' funky is a must
I'm one
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a
Sometimes I choke and try to
When I get by a million mcs
I try to tell them, we're all in together
My album was raw no-one would ever
Think like I and do what I do
I the show, and then I leave without a clue
What do you think up a krs?
Concisive teaching, or very clear
Ridiculous bass, treble
Rebel, renegade, must paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of
Causing me to take long
I'm the original of this type of style
off-beat with a smile
Or or chuckle, yes some are not up to
Bdp so I love to
Step in the jam and
I'm not superman, because can
Or should be able to rock off
Grab the mic, it in and begin
But here's the problem starts, no heart
Because of that a lot of fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the old
'Cause rap is a brand-new tool
I say no-one's from the old school 'cause rap on a
even twenty years old
Fifty years down the line, you can this
'Cause we'll be the old school
And even in that time, say a rhyme
A style, ruthless and wild
around spendin' money, havin' fun
'Cause even then, I'm still one

Blastmaster krs-one of
Comes to express style the lost
Ways of rhyming, old and new, and present
Knock, knock, who is it?
A brand-new style, hup, time to
talk about me when they see me on stage
Live in action, raw
I hang with the rich and I work for the
Now you can say you saw
Krs-one stompin' once
I play by ear, I to steer
The romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in the
'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and
I'm not a beginner, amateur or
My album is sellin' because of my
You what you need to learn?
Old artists don't always burn
just another rapper who's had his turn
Now it's my turn, and I am
About idiots posing as
What are we to rule?
I we were supposed to sing
And if we oughta sing, then let us begin to
Many of you are educated, open your mouth and
Krs-one is something like a renegade
I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', people dyin'
lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a
So bdp, short for boogie down
a little noise 'cause the crew was sayin' somethin'
People the nerve to take me for a gangster
An one, something closer to a prankster
Doin' petty crimes, goin' straight to
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 around the bush, straight up, just like the p is free
So now you know, a poet's job is done
But I'm never overworked, I'm still number one
moe dee, he's down with 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, down with us
Jive/rca is with us
Makin' funky is a must
I'm one