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 Mike M [unverified] are with us

Dr. Dre you he's down with us
G he's down with us
Sway and King 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 challenged by a million

I try and tell them, we're all in together
My album was raw, because no one would
like I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, then I leave a clue

Whatta you makes up Cypress Hill?
Concisive teaching, or very clear
Ridiculous bass, aggravating
Rebel, renegade, must stay

Not by financial aid but the break of
me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this 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
'Cause can

Or be able, to rock a turntable
Grab the mic, plug it in and
But here's where the problem starts, no
of that, a lot of groups fell apart

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

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

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

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

A brand new style, time to
People talk about me when see me on stage
Live in action, raw
I hang with the and I work for the poor

And all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, once more
I play it by ear, I to steer
The Bel Air from here to there

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 is sellin', because of my vocals

You what you need to learn?
Old school don't always burn
You're just another 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, then let us to teach
Many of you are educated open mouth and speak

A Cypress Hill soldier, is something like a renegade
Except I don't steal, I to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people
lyin', I'm tryin'

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

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

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

No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just 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
ReFugee Camp, is with us
and Vigga V are down with us

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