Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

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

Naughty and Fat Joe are down 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 he's down with us
Julio G down with us
Sway and King Tech are down us
Makin' funky is a must I'm #1

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

I try and tell them, we're all in together
My album was raw, because no one would
Think I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, then I 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 of hits
'Causing me to 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
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 one's from the old
'Cause rap is still a brand new
I say no one from the old school rap on the whole
even twenty years old

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

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

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

A new style, time to change
People talk about me when see me on stage
Live in action, raw
I hang the rich 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
I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, or local
My album is sellin', because of my

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

About idiots, as kings
are we here 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 Hill soldier, is like a total renegade
I don't 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 in the song
So C H P short for Hill Production
Made a little noise the crew was sayin' somethin'

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

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

No around the bush, straight up, just like my weed is free
So now you know, a poet's job is never
But I'm never overworked, I'm still #1

MC Eiht, down 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 down us
Car Club is down with us
Makin' music is a must, I'm #1