Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

D.j. doc you he's down with us
D-square, he's with us
Keyboard money mike, is down us
I.c.u., you he's down with us
D-nice and mcboo, they're with us
Ms. melodie, she's with us
Just-ice and dmx, they're down us
My manager moe, down with us
Castle-d boy, he's with us
D.j. red alert, down with us
Robocop boy, he's with us
funky music is a must
I'm one
People still takin' rappin' for a
A passing hope or a with a rope
Sometimes I and try to believe
When I get by a million mcs
I try to tell them, all in this together
My album was raw because no-one would
Think like I and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I without a clue
What do you makes up a krs?
Concisive teaching, or very clear
Ridiculous bass, aggravating
Rebel, renegade, must paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of
Causing me to take long
I'm the original of this type of style
off-beat with a smile
Or or chuckle, yes some are not up to
Bdp so I love to
in the jam and slam
I'm not superman, anybody can
Or be able to rock off turntables
Grab the mic, 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 from the old school
'Cause rap is still a tool
I say no-one's from the old school rap on a whole
Isn't even years old
years down the line, you can start this
'Cause we'll be the old school
And even in that time, say a rhyme
A style, ruthless and wild
Runnin' around spendin' money, fun
'Cause then, I'm still number one

krs-one of course
Comes to with style the lost
of rhyming, old and new, past and present
Knock, knock, who is it?
A brand-new style, hup, to change
talk about me when they see me on stage
Live in action, raw
I hang with the rich and I work for the
Now you can say you saw
stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to
The alfa romeo 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, or local
My album is because of my vocals
You know what you to learn?
Old school artists always burn
You're just another who's had his turn
Now it's my turn, and I am
idiots posing as kings
What are we here to
I thought we were to sing
And if we oughta sing, let us begin to teach
Many of you are educated, open mouth and speak
Krs-one is like a total renegade
I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm
Not to escape, but hit the head-on
By bringin' out the in a song
So bdp, for boogie down productions
Made a little noise the crew was sayin' somethin'
have the nerve to take me for a gangster
An ignorant one, closer to a prankster
Doin' crimes, goin' straight to penitentiary
But in a scale of crime that's really
This beat is now compelling me to explain in
Why my last jam was so
simple bdp will teach reality
No around the bush, straight up, just like the p is free
So now you know, a poet's job is done
But I'm overworked, 'cause I'm still number one
Kool moe dee, he's with us
Eric b. and rakim, down with us
Stetsasonic, down with us
Dana dane, he's with us
bag records, they're down with us
My jay, he's down with us
Jive/rca is down us
Makin' music is a must
I'm one