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
Rhymes you know he's down with us

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

Dr. Dre you know he's down us
Julio G he's with us
and King 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
Sometime I and try to believe
When I get challenged by a MC's

I try and tell them, we're all in together
My album was raw, no one would ever
like I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, then I leave a clue

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

Not by financial aid but the break of
me to take 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
Cypress Posse, so I love to
in the jam and slam, I'm not Superman
'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 groups fell

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

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

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

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

A brand new style, time to
talk about me when they 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
Cypress Hill, once more
I it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from to there

I the beer, but not in the ride
I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or
My is sellin', because of my vocals

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

About idiots, as kings
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 soldier, is something like a total renegade
Except I don't steal, I to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people
lyin', I'm tryin'

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

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

This is now compellin' me, to explain the silence
Why my jam was so violent
It's simple, Hill 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, I'm still #1

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

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