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
Rhymes you know he's down with us

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

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

People takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase the rope
Sometime I choke and try to
When I get challenged by a million

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 the show, then I leave without a clue

Whatta you think up Cypress Hill?
teaching, or very clear speaking
Ridiculous bass, treble
Rebel, renegade, must paid

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

Or chuckle, yet are not up to
Cypress Hill Posse, so I to
in the jam and slam, I'm not Superman
'Cause can

Or be able, to rock a turntable
the mic, plug it in and begin
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 a brand new cool
I say no one the old school 'cause rap on the whole
Isn't even years old

Fifty years down the line, you can start
'Cause be the old school artists
And in that 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
to express with styles galore
of rhyming, old and new
Past and present, knock who is it?

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

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

I grab the beer, but not in the
'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or
My album is sellin', because of my

You know what you to learn?
Old school artists don't burn
You're another rapper whose had his turn
Now my turn, and I am concerned

About idiots, posing as
What are we here to rule, I we're 'sposed to sing
And if we are to sing, then let us begin to
Many of you are educated open your and speak

A Cypress Hill soldier, is something like a renegade
Except I don't steal, I rhyme to get
flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm

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

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

This beat is now compellin' me, to the silence
Why my last jam was so
It's simple, Cypress Hill 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 overworked, 'cause I'm still #1

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

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