Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

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

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

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

People takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope, or a with the rope
I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a MC's

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

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

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

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

Or should be able, to rock a
Grab the mic, plug it in and
But here's where the starts, no heart
Because of that, a lot of fell apart

Rap is an art, and no one's from the old school
'Cause rap is still a brand new
I say no one from the old school rap on the whole
Isn't even twenty old

Fifty down the line, you can start this
we'll be the old school artists
And even in that time, I'll say a

A brand new style, and wild
around, spendin' money havin' fun
'Cause then, I'm still #1

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

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

I grab the beer, but not in the
'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't and drive
I'm not a beginner, or local
My album is sellin', of my vocals

You what you need to learn?
Old school artists don't burn
You're another rapper whose had his turn
Now my turn, and I am concerned

idiots, posing as kings
What are we here to rule, I thought '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 like a renegade
Except I steal, I rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people
Politicians lyin', I'm

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

People have the nerve to me for a gangsta
An ignorant one, somethin' to a prankster
Doin crimes goin' straight to penetentiary
But in the scale of that's really elementary

This beat is now me, to explain the silence
Why my last jam was so
It's simple, Cypress Hill teach reality

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

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

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