Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It on The Rise

I got the feel like B-Real
I put all in your head up wit the pure raw
are my favorite bills
No hands, my favorite type of

Only now and do I drink champagne
Like I in Big Up, I strictly fucks wit Covasea
You rappers are too sweet
Wit your recycled and your styles that put me to sleep

I'd rather to some Brant Green
Authentic, not you, got real meaning
I'm like the low-ridas, I the oldies
You know songs, like Agony and Ecstasy by

You's a phony, I heard single
Corny, like a thirty-second
comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs

Every letter, etched and sketched an ancient tag
You know my hieroglyph, I got a gift
You's a passenger but never be a pilot

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I front
I just it on the rise and give you what you want
Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't
I just keep it on the and give you what you want

(What you need)
Here, don't fear this
inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist
Skilled technician, technique
Advanced speak, I put in condition

The streets always hard beats
shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats
My star fleet, Likwit
You sorry, that game from Milton-Bradley

Bound by honor, mad bags of skama
I've been the one for the Jerry Springer drama
Not an actor, the greatest multiple factor
This rap like a computer, and I'm a hacker

Linebacker, wit hits hit like LT
Watch the blitz, get a Joe Theisman injury
all the glitter gear, meanwhile I wear and tear
For fanfare, while you rock eye liner and

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I front
I just keep it on the rise, and you what you want
Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't
I keep it on the rise, and give you what you want

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I front
I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you
Aiyyo enough's enough, up, I don't front
I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you

(See you need)
it comes to real lyrics I know you can't hang
Word to Tash, I'm from Killa Cali niggas gang bang
Plus more than words, nouns and verbs
But pure crystal lah, lah meazy

You couldn't the saloon where brothas despise bafoons
You're funny-style, this no cartoon
This is Hard Earned dues, to Guru and Premier
I'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my

Aiyyo enough, aiyyo Herut's been long overdue
But instead these and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you
Yo mistake them, I'm not no hater

Just a truth-sayer, serve Vega woofer shaker
A plees blower, live flower
Wit lyrics that'll blaze a crowd like a flame thrower

Aiyyo enough's enough, up, I don't front
I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you
Aiyyo enough, word up, I don't front
I just it on the rise, and give you what you want

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I front
I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you
Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I front
I just it on the rise, and give you what you want

Aiyyo enough's enough, up, I don't front
I give you what you want, you need
(I give you you want, I don't front)
(What you need)