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

Dr. Dre you know he's with us
G he's 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
I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million

I try and tell them, we're all in this
My album was raw, because no one would
like I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, I leave without a clue

Whatta you think makes up Cypress
Concisive teaching, or clear speaking
Ridiculous bass, aggravating
Rebel, renegade, stay paid

Not by financial aid but the break of
me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this of style
off beat with a smile 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 should be able, to a turntable
Grab the mic, it in and begin
But here's the problem starts, no heart
Because of that, a lot of groups apart

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

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

A brand new style, and wild
Runnin' around, spendin' havin' fun
'Cause even then, I'm #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 talk me when they see me on stage
in action, guaranteed raw
I with the rich and I work for the poor

And all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin' once
I it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air here to there

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

You know what you to learn?
Old school artists 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 your mouth and speak

A Cypress Hill soldier, is something like a total
Except I don't steal, I to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm

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

People have the to take me for a gangsta
An ignorant one, somethin' to a prankster
Doin petty goin' straight to penetentiary
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 down us
Big Boy and Ralph M are down us
Camp, is down with us
Khartoum and Vigga V are down us

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