Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

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

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

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

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

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

you think makes up Cypress Hill?
Concisive teaching, or clear speaking
Ridiculous bass, treble
Rebel, renegade, stay paid

Not by financial aid but the break of
me to take long trips
I'm the original, of this type of style
off beat with a smile or smirk

Or chuckle, yet are not up to
Cypress 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 the problem starts, no heart
Because of that, a lot of groups fell

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

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

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

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

A new style, time 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
Hill, stompin' once more
I it by ear, I love to steer
The Bel Air from here to there

I the beer, but not in the ride
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 what you need to learn?
Old school artists don't always
You're just another rapper had his turn
Now my turn, and I am concerned

idiots, posing as kings
What are we to rule, I thought we're 'sposed to sing
And if we are to sing, let us begin to teach
Many of you are educated open mouth and speak

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

Not to escape, but hit the problem
From bringin, out the in the song
So C H P short for Cypress Hill
Made a little noise 'cause the crew was sayin'

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

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

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

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

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