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 know he's down 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 are down with us

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

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

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

Whatta you think makes up Cypress
teaching, or very clear speaking
Ridiculous bass, aggravating
Rebel, renegade, stay paid

Not by financial aid but the of hits
me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of type of style
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 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 groups apart

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 'cause rap on the whole
even twenty years old

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

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

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

A new style, time to change
People talk about me when they see me on
in action, guaranteed 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 to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to

I grab the beer, but not in the
'Cause I'm not stupid, I drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or
My album is sellin', of my vocals

You know what you need to
Old artists don't 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 thought we're to sing
And if we are to sing, then let us begin to
Many of you are educated open your and speak

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

People have the nerve to 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 really

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

No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like my is free
So now you know, a job is never done
But I'm never overworked, 'cause I'm #1

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

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