Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

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

and Fat Joe are down with us
The MAAD Circle are down us
Def Squad, is with us
[Unverified] and Mike M [unverified] are down with us

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

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

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

you think 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, teacher of this type of
Rockin' off beat a smile or smirk

Or chuckle, yet are not up to
Cypress 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
Because of that, a lot of groups 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
even twenty years old

Fifty years the line, you can start this
'Cause we'll be the old school
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 styles galore
of rhyming, old and new
Past and present, knock who is it?

A brand new style, time to
People talk about me when they see me on
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 here to

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', of my vocals

You know you need to learn?
Old school artists always burn
You're just another whose had his turn
Now it's my turn, and I am

About idiots, posing as
What are we here to rule, I we're 'sposed to sing
And if we are to sing, then let us to teach
Many of you are educated open your mouth and

A Cypress Hill soldier, is something like a total
Except I don't steal, I 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 for Cypress Hill Production
a little noise 'cause the crew was sayin' somethin'

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

beat is now compellin' me, to explain the silence
Why my jam was so violent
simple, Cypress 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, down with us
Big Boy and Ralph M are with us
ReFugee Camp, is with us
and Vigga V are down with us

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