Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep On

Pete Rock / This for the crew (Repeats)

The illustrator
skill is greater
I kill a hater rip em up in a nature
Still a major suicide facilitator
iller or greater / of the vanilla flavor
Ressurection of rap, the
I spit a verse that'll hit the and drill a crater
Miles deep, seep into the core
Competition be dead so I'm sleeping on the floor
This is deeper than before, creature of gore
The feature like you invited the Reaper to war
I'm more than
Pray the fuck to god i'll be wanting
You get sickness you leaving with abortion stitches
It'll take a forklift to this organ if
This whore could fit it deeper in her butt than in the business
Whether you powder sniffers, or got a mouth full of
You better bow to this like i'm living on Mount

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 they listening

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

Let me be honest
You wanna know what me demonic?
I made it through [?]
With a pistol to my head listen that tune that
Giuliani men to the pen
infinite
But I embrace the ballpoint pen to sentances
Smell me, you scent this is?
Peep [*Scratch FX - life sentances
Pharaoh and Apathy's like a
McAfee attacking faculty back to back
Decapitating you
Actually i'm a rapping
mathematician
With a lung condition
When I breathe, you would never believe asthmatic
Fuck it, i'm I'm inside the 90s
got Pirelli's
Rocked with in the bay
Not a lot you can me
Cock the snub nose put it in mouth like Akinyele

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

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

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

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

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

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