Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

D.j. doc you know he's down us
D-square, down with us
Keyboard mike, is down with us
I.c.u., you he's down with us
D-nice and mcboo, down with us
Ms. melodie, down with us
and dmx, they're 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
boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky is a must
I'm one
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase a rope
Sometimes I and try to believe
I get challenged by a million mcs
I try to tell them, we're all in this
My was raw because no-one would ever
like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I leave without a
What do you think makes up a
teaching, or very clear speaking?
Ridiculous bass, aggravating
Rebel, renegade, must paid
Not by aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long
I'm the original teacher of type of style
off-beat 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, anybody can
Or should be able to off turntables
Grab the mic, it in and begin
But here's the problem starts, no heart
Because of that a lot of groups fell
Rap is still an art, and no-one's the old school
'Cause rap is still a tool
I say from the old school 'cause rap on a whole
Isn't even twenty old
Fifty down the line, you can start 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 of course
Comes to express with the lost
of rhyming, old and new, past and present
Knock, knock, who is it?
A style, hup, time 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 stompin' more
I by ear, I love to steer
The alfa romeo from to there
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 don't always burn
You're just another rapper had his turn
Now it's my turn, and I am
About idiots as kings
What are we to rule?
I thought we were to sing
And if we oughta sing, let us begin to teach
Many of you are educated, open mouth and speak
Krs-one is like a total renegade
I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas 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 productions
Made a little noise 'cause the was sayin' somethin'
People have the nerve to take me for a
An one, something closer to a prankster
petty crimes, goin' straight to penitentiary
But in a scale of that's really elementary
beat is now compelling me to explain in silence
Why my last jam was so
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 done
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, down with us
Sleeping bag records, they're with us
My lawyer jay, he's with us
Jive/rca is with us
funky music is a must
I'm one