Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

Funkmaster Flex, is with us
KRS-One, he's down us
The Wu-Tang Clan is with us
Busta Rhymes you know he's down 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 down with us
Sway and King Tech are with us
Makin' funky is a must I'm #1

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

I try and tell them, all in this together
My album was raw, because no one ever
Think I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, I leave without a clue

Whatta you think up Cypress Hill?
Concisive teaching, or very speaking
Ridiculous bass, aggravating
Rebel, renegade, must paid

Not by financial aid but the break of
'Causing me to take trips
I'm the original, of this 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, plug it in and
But where the problem starts, no heart
Because of that, a lot of groups fell

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

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

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

Soul Assassin crew of
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 me when they see me on stage
in action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the and I work for the poor

And all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin' more
I play it by ear, I to steer
The Bel Air from here 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 album is sellin', because of my

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

idiots, posing as kings
What are we here to rule, I we're 'sposed to sing
And if we are to sing, then let us begin to
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
flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm

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 the crew was sayin' somethin'

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

beat 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, straight up, just like my weed is
So now you know, a job is never done
But I'm never overworked, 'cause I'm #1

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

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