Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

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

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

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

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

I try and tell them, we're all in together
My was raw, because no one would ever
Think like I think, or do I do
I stole the show, then I without a clue

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

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

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

Or should be able, to a turntable
Grab the mic, plug it in and
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 cool
I say no one from the old school rap on the whole
Isn't even years old

years down the line, you can start this
'Cause we'll be the old school
And even in time, I'll say a rhyme

A new style, ruthless and wild
Runnin' around, money havin' fun
'Cause even then, I'm #1

Assassin crew of course
Comes to with styles galore
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
in action, guaranteed raw
I hang the rich and I work for the poor

And all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin' more
I play it by ear, I love to
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to

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 don't burn
You're just rapper whose had his turn
Now it's my turn, and I am

About idiots, posing as
What are we to rule, I thought we're 'sposed to sing
And if we are to sing, let us begin to teach
Many of you are educated open mouth and speak

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

Not to escape, but hit the problem
bringin, out the truth in the song
So C H P for Cypress Hill Production
Made a noise 'cause the crew was sayin' somethin'

People have the nerve to take me for a
An ignorant one, somethin' closer to a
Doin petty crimes straight to penetentiary
But in the scale of crime that's elementary

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

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

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

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