Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep On

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

The verbal
skill is greater
I kill a rip em up in a gorilla nature
Still a threat suicide facilitator
Nobody iller or / of the vanilla flavor
of rap, the rehabilitator
I spit a verse that'll hit the earth and a crater
Miles deep, styles seep into the
want be dead so I'm sleeping on the floor
This is than before, creature feature of gore
The feature like you invited the Reaper to war
I'm more than
Pray the fuck to god i'll be bitches
You get morning you leaving with abortion stitches
take a forklift to lift this organ if
This whore fit it deeper in her butt than in the porno business
Whether you powder sniffers, or got a full of Guinness
You better bow to this like i'm on Mount Olympus

I keep on for the of the realness
Throw up hands in the air if you feel this
I keep on to tradition
The same change as long as they stay listening

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

Let me be totally
You know what made me demonic?
I it through Reaganomics [?]
With a to my head listen that tune that Delfonics
shit men to the pen
Felt
But I embrace the pen to write sentances
Smell me, you understand this is?
[*Scratch FX - inaudible] life sentances
Pharaoh and Apathy's a virus
McAfee attacking your faculty back to
you gradually
Actually i'm a fanatic
Slash
With a lung condition
When I breathe, you would never believe asthmatic
Fuck it, i'm I'm stuck the 90s
got Pirelli's
Rocked 2Pac in the bay
Not a lot you can me
Cock the nose put it in your mouth like Akinyele

I keep on for the fans of the
Throw up your in the air if you feel this
I keep on to maintain
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 from the fans and the oohs and ahhs
For the morons who I won't bruise their jaws
We got machetes on deck and Freddie claws
I'm and attached to your fuselage
We used to rob before little music job
For the Pharoahe fanatics Philly to France
with fat asses who fill up their pants

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

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

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