Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

Funkmaster Flex, is down us
KRS-One, he's down us
The Clan is down with us
Busta Rhymes you know down with us

and Fat Joe are down with us
The MAAD are down with us
Def Squad, is with us
[Unverified] DN's and Mike M [unverified] are with us

Dr. Dre you know he's with us
Julio G down with us
Sway and King are down with us
Makin' funky is a must I'm #1

People still takin' for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase the rope
Sometime I choke and try to
I get challenged by a million MC's

I try and them, we're all in this together
My album was raw, because no one would
Think I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, I leave without a clue

Whatta you think makes up Cypress
Concisive teaching, or very clear
bass, aggravating treble
Rebel, renegade, must stay

Not by aid but the break of hits
'Causing me to take long
I'm the original, of this type of style
Rockin' off beat with a or smirk

Or chuckle, yet are not up to
Cypress Posse, so I love to
in the jam and slam, I'm not Superman
'Cause can

Or be able, to rock a turntable
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 from the old school
'Cause rap is still a brand new
I say no one the old school 'cause rap on the whole
Isn't 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 new style, ruthless and wild
Runnin' around, spendin' money fun
'Cause even then, I'm #1

Soul Assassin crew of
Comes to express with styles
of rhyming, old and new
Past and present, knock who is it?

A brand new style, to change
People talk me when they see me on stage
Live in action, raw
I hang with the rich and I work for the

And all you can say you saw
Hill, stompin' once more
I it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air 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, or local
My album is sellin', because of my

You know you need to learn?
Old school artists always burn
You're just rapper whose had his turn
Now it's my turn, and I am

idiots, posing as kings
What are we here to rule, I thought we're to sing
And if we are to sing, then let us to teach
Many of you are educated your mouth and speak

A Hill soldier, is something like a total renegade
Except I don't steal, I to get paid
Airplanes flyin', people dyin'
lyin', I'm tryin'

Not to escape, but hit the head-on
From bringin, out the truth in the
So C H P short for Hill Production
Made a little 'cause the crew was sayin' somethin'

People have the nerve to take me for a
An ignorant one, somethin' to a prankster
Doin petty goin' straight to penetentiary
But in the scale of crime really elementary

This beat is now compellin' me, to the silence
Why my jam was so violent
It's simple, Hill will teach reality

No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just my weed is free
So now you know, a job is never done
But I'm overworked, 'cause I'm still #1

MC Eiht, he's down us
Big Boy and M are down with us
ReFugee Camp, is down us
Khartoum and V are down with us

O' Da Wild is down with us
Psycho Realm, is down us
Lifestyle Car Club is with us
Makin' funky is a must, I'm #1