Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

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

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

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

People still takin' 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, all in this together
My was raw, because no one would ever
Think like I think, or do I do
I stole the show, then I leave a clue

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

Not by financial aid but the of hits
'Causing me to take long
I'm the original, of this type of style
Rockin' off beat with a 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
the mic, plug it in and begin
But where the problem starts, no heart
Because of that, a lot of fell apart

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

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

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

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

A brand new style, to change
People talk about me when they see me on
in action, guaranteed raw
I hang the rich and I work for the poor

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

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

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

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 mouth and speak

A Cypress Hill soldier, is something like a total
Except I steal, I rhyme 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 Cypress Hill
a little noise 'cause the crew was sayin' somethin'

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

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

No beatin' 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, he's with us
Big Boy and Ralph M are with us
Camp, is down with us
Khartoum and V are down with us

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