Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep On

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

The illustrator
skill is greater
I a hater rip em up in a gorilla nature
a major threat suicide facilitator
Nobody or greater / of the vanilla flavor
Ressurection of rap, the
I spit a verse that'll hit the and drill a crater
Miles deep, styles into the core
Competition be dead so I'm sleeping on the floor
This is deeper than before, creature feature of
The feature like you invited the Reaper to war
I'm more vicious
the fuck to god i'll be wanting bitches
You get morning you leaving with abortion stitches
It'll take a forklift to lift this if
This whore could fit it deeper in her butt than in the porno
Whether you sniffers, or got a mouth full of Guinness
You better bow to this like i'm living on Mount

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

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

Let me be honest
You wanna know what me demonic?
I it through Reaganomics [?]
With a pistol to my listen that tune that Delfonics
shit men to the pen
Felt
But I embrace the ballpoint pen to sentances
Smell me, you understand this is?
Peep [*Scratch FX - life sentances
Pharaoh and Apathy's like a
McAfee attacking your back to back
you gradually
Actually i'm a fanatic
mathematician
With a lung condition
When I breathe, you would believe he's asthmatic
Fuck it, i'm I'm stuck the 90s
Still got
Rocked with in the bay
Not a lot you can me
Cock the nose put it in your mouth like Akinyele

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

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

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

From Philly to France we it
They fill up pants
B-boy chilling it
I'm in advance
Lyracist distiller with syllables that with a glance
the Magilla Gorilla glue appear when I chant
[?]
They're [?] when I vomit
A jagged little pill, it ironic?
You maggot, I'm ill
The
The
Monch
The

I keep on for the fans of the
Throw up hands 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)