Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

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

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

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

People still rappin' 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 tell them, we're all in this
My was raw, because no one would ever
Think 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, aggravating
Rebel, renegade, must stay

Not by aid but the break of hits
'Causing me to take long
I'm the original, teacher of type of style
off beat with 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
anybody can

Or should be able, to rock a
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 one's from the old
'Cause rap is still a brand new
I say no one the old school 'cause rap on the whole
Isn't even years old

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

A new style, ruthless and wild
around, spendin' 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 new style, time to change
People talk about me when see me on stage
Live in action, raw
I with the rich and I work for the poor

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 drink and
I'm not a beginner, or local
My is sellin', because of my vocals

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

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

A Hill soldier, is something like a total renegade
Except I steal, I rhyme to get paid
flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm

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

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

beat is now compellin' me, to explain the silence
Why my last jam was so
It's simple, Hill will 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
and Vigga V are down with us

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