Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep On

Pete Rock / This one's for the (Repeats)

The verbal
skill is greater
I kill a hater rip em up in a nature
Still a major suicide facilitator
Nobody iller or greater / of the vanilla
Ressurection of rap, the
I spit a verse hit the earth and drill a crater
Miles deep, seep into the core
want be dead so I'm sleeping on the floor
This is deeper than before, creature of gore
The feature like you the Grim Reaper to war
I'm more than
Pray the fuck to god i'll be wanting
You get morning sickness you leaving with abortion
It'll take a forklift to lift this if
This whore could fit it deeper in her than in the porno business
Whether you powder sniffers, or got a mouth full of
You better bow to this like i'm living on Mount

I keep on for the fans of the
Throw up your in the air if you feel this
I on to maintain tradition
The same never change as long as stay listening

Pete / This one's for the crew (Repeats)

Let me be honest
You wanna know what made me
I made it through [?]
With a pistol to my listen that tune that Delfonics
Giuliani men to the pen
infinite
But I embrace the ballpoint pen to sentances
Smell me, you understand this is?
Peep FX - inaudible] life sentances
Pharaoh and Apathy's like a
McAfee attacking your faculty to back
you gradually
Actually i'm a fanatic
Slash
With a lung condition
I breathe, you would never believe he's asthmatic
Fuck it, i'm I'm inside the 90s
Still got
Rocked with in the bay
Not a lot you can me
Cock the snub nose put it in your mouth like

I keep on for the of the realness
Throw up your hands in the air if you this
I on to maintain tradition
The same never change as as they stay listening

Rock / This one's for the crew (Repeats)

For them bitches backstage pulling boobs bras
The applause the fans and the oohs and ahhs
For the morons who I won't bruise their jaws
We got machetes on and Freddie Cruger claws
I'm and attached to your fuselage
We used to rob before little music job
For the fanatics from Philly to France
Females with fat who fill up their pants

Philly to France we feeling it
They up their pants
B-boy chilling it
I'm still in
Lyracist distiller syllables that kill with a glance
With the Magilla Gorilla glue when I chant
[?]
They're [?] manilla I vomit
A little pill, isn't it ironic?
You maggot, I'm ill
The
The
Pharoahe
The

I on for the fans of the realness
Throw up your hands in the air if you this
I keep on to tradition
The same never change as long as stay listening

Pete Rock / This one's for the (Repeats)