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 Rhymes you he's down with us

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

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

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

I try and tell them, we're all in this
My album was raw, because no one would
Think like I think, or do I do
I stole the show, then I leave without a

Whatta you think makes up Cypress
Concisive teaching, or clear speaking
Ridiculous bass, treble
Rebel, renegade, must stay

Not by financial aid but the of hits
'Causing me to take long
I'm the original, teacher of this type of
off beat with a smile or smirk

Or chuckle, yet are not up to
Cypress Hill Posse, so I to
in the jam and slam, I'm not Superman
'Cause can

Or be able, to rock a turntable
the mic, plug it in and begin
But here's the problem starts, no heart
Because of that, a lot of groups fell

Rap is still an art, and no one's 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

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

A brand new style, and wild
Runnin' around, spendin' havin' fun
even 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 brand new style, to change
talk about me when they see me on stage
Live in action, raw
I hang with the rich and I work for the

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

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

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

About idiots, 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
of you are educated open your mouth and speak

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

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

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

This beat is now compellin' me, to the silence
Why my jam was so violent
It's simple, Cypress Hill will teach

No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like my weed is
So now you know, a poet's job is done
But I'm overworked, 'cause I'm still #1

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

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