Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Still #1

D.j. doc you know he's down us
D-square, he's down us
Keyboard money mike, is with us
I.c.u., you know he's with us
D-nice and mcboo, down with us
Ms. melodie, she's with us
Just-ice and dmx, they're down us
My manager moe, he's down us
Castle-d boy, he's with us
D.j. red alert, he's down us
Robocop boy, he's with us
Makin' music is a must
I'm one
People still rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a
I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a mcs
I try to tell them, we're all in this
My album was raw because no-one would
like I think and do what I do
I the show, and then I leave without a clue
What do you think up a krs?
teaching, or very clear speaking?
Ridiculous bass, aggravating
Rebel, renegade, stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of
Causing me to take long
I'm the original teacher of type of style
Rockin' off-beat a smile
Or or chuckle, yes some are not up to
Bdp posse so I to
Step in the jam and
I'm not superman, because can
Or should be able to off turntables
Grab the mic, it in and begin
But here's where the starts, no heart
Because of a lot of groups fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no-one's the old school
rap is still a brand-new tool
I say no-one's from the old school rap on a whole
Isn't even twenty 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 style, ruthless and wild
around spendin' money, havin' fun
'Cause then, I'm still number one

krs-one of course
Comes to express style the lost
Ways of rhyming, old and new, past and
Knock, knock, who is it?
A style, hup, time to change
People talk me when they see me on stage
Live in action, raw
I hang with the rich and I for the poor
Now you can say you saw
Krs-one stompin' more
I by ear, I love to steer
The alfa romeo from here to
I the beer, but not in the ride
'Cause I'm not stupid, I drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or
My album is sellin' of my vocals
You what you need to learn?
Old school artists don't burn
You're just another who's had his turn
Now it's my turn, and I am
About idiots as kings
What are we here to
I we were supposed to sing
And if we oughta sing, then let us begin to
Many of you are educated, open your mouth and
Krs-one is something like a 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
By bringin' out the truth in a
So bdp, short for boogie productions
Made a little noise 'cause the crew was sayin'
have the nerve to take me for a gangster
An ignorant one, something to a prankster
Doin' petty crimes, goin' to penitentiary
But in a scale of crime that's really
This is now compelling me to explain in silence
Why my jam was so violent
It's simple bdp will reality
No beatin' around the bush, straight up, like the p is free
So now you know, a poet's job is never
But I'm overworked, 'cause I'm still number one
Kool moe dee, down with us
Eric b. and rakim, they're down us
Stetsasonic, they're with us
Dana dane, he's with us
Sleeping bag records, they're with us
My lawyer jay, he's with us
is down with us
Makin' funky is a must
I'm one