Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep On

Pete Rock / This for the crew (Repeats)

The illustrator
Nobody's is greater
I kill a rip em up in a gorilla nature
Still a threat suicide facilitator
Nobody iller or / of the vanilla flavor
Ressurection of rap, the
I spit a verse that'll hit the earth and a crater
Miles deep, styles seep the core
Competition want be dead so I'm sleeping on the
This is deeper before, creature feature of gore
The feature like you invited the Grim to war
I'm more vicious
Pray the fuck to god be wanting bitches
You get morning sickness you with abortion stitches
It'll take a forklift to lift organ if
This whore could fit it deeper in her butt in the porno business
you powder sniffers, or got a mouth full of Guinness
You better bow to this like i'm living on Olympus

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

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

Let me be honest
You know what made me demonic?
I it through Reaganomics [?]
With a pistol to my head listen tune that Delfonics
Giuliani men to the pen
infinite
But I embrace the ballpoint pen to write
Smell me, you understand this is?
Peep [*Scratch FX - life sentances
and Apathy's like a virus
McAfee attacking faculty back to back
you gradually
Actually i'm a fanatic
Slash
With a chronic lung
When I breathe, you never believe he's asthmatic
Fuck it, i'm I'm stuck the 90s
Still got
with 2Pac in the bay
Not a lot you can me
the snub nose put it in your mouth like Akinyele

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

Pete Rock / This for the crew (Repeats)

For them bitches pulling boobs from bras
The applause from the fans and the oohs and
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 this music job
For the Pharoahe fanatics from Philly to
Females fat asses who fill up their pants

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

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

Pete Rock / This for the crew (Repeats)