Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It on The Rise

I got the funky like B-Real
I put all in your up wit the pure raw skill
Franklins are my bills
No hands, my favorite of windmills

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

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

a phony, I heard your single
Corny, like a thirty-second
Here comes the master of on phonographs

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

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

(What you need)
Here, fear peep this
Step my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist
Skilled technician, rhythmous
speak, I put mics in condition

The streets like hard beats
That shit that make you move your neck when you're in car
My fleet, Likwit family
You sorry, like that from Milton-Bradley

Bound by honor, rollin' mad of skama
I've never the one for the Jerry Springer drama
Not an actor, just the greatest factor
This rap game's like a computer, and I'm a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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