Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

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

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

Dr. Dre you he's down with us
Julio G he's down us
Sway and King Tech are with us
funky music 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 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 leave a clue

Whatta you think makes up Hill?
Concisive teaching, or very speaking
bass, aggravating treble
Rebel, renegade, stay paid

Not by financial aid but the of hits
'Causing me to take trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type of
off beat with 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 a turntable
Grab the mic, it in and begin
But here's where the problem starts, no
Because of that, a lot of groups fell

Rap is still an art, and no one's from the old
'Cause rap is a brand new cool
I say no one the old school 'cause rap on the whole
even twenty years old

Fifty down the line, you can start 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, money havin' fun
even 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 brand new style, to change
People about me when they see me on stage
in action, guaranteed raw
I hang the rich and I work for the poor

And all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin' more
I play it by ear, I to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air 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', of my vocals

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

idiots, posing as kings
What are we here to rule, I thought '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 soldier, is something like a total renegade
Except I don't steal, I to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people
Politicians lyin', I'm

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

People the nerve to take me for a gangsta
An ignorant one, closer to a prankster
Doin petty crimes goin' straight to
But in the scale of crime that's really

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

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

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

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