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 you know he's down with us

Naughty and Fat Joe are with us
The MAAD Circle are with us
Def Squad, is down 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' funky music is a I'm #1

People still rappin' for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the
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 album was raw, because no one ever
Think I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, then I leave without a

Whatta you think makes up Hill?
Concisive teaching, or clear speaking
Ridiculous bass, treble
Rebel, renegade, stay paid

Not by financial aid but the of hits
me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of type of style
Rockin' off beat with a 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 be able, to rock a turntable
Grab the mic, plug it in and
But here's where the starts, no heart
of that, a lot of groups fell apart

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

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

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

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

A new style, time to change
People talk about me when they see me on
in action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the and I work for the poor

And all you can say you saw
Hill, stompin' once more
I play it by ear, I love to
The Bel Air from here to there

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

You know what you need to
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 to sing
And if we are to sing, then let us to teach
Many of you are educated open your and speak

A Cypress Hill soldier, is something like a total
Except I steal, I rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', 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 Cypress Hill
Made a little 'cause the crew was sayin' somethin'

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

This beat is now compellin' me, to explain the
Why my last jam was so
It's simple, Cypress Hill 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 with us
Big Boy and Ralph M are with us
Camp, is down with us
Khartoum and Vigga V are down us

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