Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep On

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

The verbal
Nobody's is greater
I kill a hater rip em up in a gorilla
a major threat suicide facilitator
Nobody or greater / of the vanilla flavor
of rap, the rehabilitator
I spit a that'll hit the earth and drill a crater
Miles deep, seep into the core
Competition be dead so I'm sleeping on the floor
This is than before, creature feature of gore
The feature like you the Grim Reaper to war
I'm more vicious
the fuck to god i'll be wanting bitches
You get morning sickness you leaving with stitches
It'll take a forklift to lift this if
This whore could fit it deeper in her butt in the porno business
Whether you powder sniffers, or got a 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 hands in the air if you feel
I on to maintain tradition
The same never change as long as they stay

Pete Rock / This for the crew (Repeats)

Let me be honest
You wanna know what me demonic?
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 scent is?
Peep [*Scratch FX - inaudible] life
Pharaoh and Apathy's like a
McAfee attacking your faculty back to
you gradually
Actually i'm a fanatic
Slash
With a chronic condition
When I breathe, you would never believe he's
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 snub nose put it in your like Akinyele

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

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

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

From to France we feeling it
They fill up pants
B-boy stance it
I'm still in
Lyracist distiller with syllables kill with a glance
With the Magilla Gorilla appear when I chant
[?]
They're [?] when I vomit
A jagged little pill, isn't it
You maggot, I'm ill
The
The
Pharoahe
The

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

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