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
Rhymes you know he's down with us

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

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

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

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

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

Not by aid but the break of hits
'Causing me to take trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type of
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 a turntable
the mic, plug it in and begin
But where the problem starts, no heart
Because of that, a lot of fell apart

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

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

A brand new style, and wild
Runnin' around, spendin' money 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
People talk about me they see me on stage
in action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the rich and I for the poor

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

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

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

About idiots, as kings
are we here to rule, I thought 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 Hill soldier, is something like a renegade
Except I don't steal, I rhyme to get
flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm

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

People the nerve to take me for a gangsta
An ignorant one, somethin' to a prankster
Doin petty crimes straight 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
It's simple, Cypress Hill will reality

No around the bush, straight up, just like my weed is free
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 Ralph M are down us
ReFugee Camp, is with us
Khartoum and Vigga V are down us

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