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
Franklins are my favorite
No hands, my favorite of windmills

Only now and then do I champagne
I said in Big Up, I strictly fucks wit Covasea
You glamorous rappers are too
Wit your beats 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 like the
You songs, like Agony and Ecstasy by Smokey

You's a phony, I heard your
Corny, a thirty-second jingle
Here the master of paragraphs on phonographs

Every letter, and sketched like an ancient tag
You know my hieroglyph, I got a higher
You's a passenger tryin but be a pilot

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 don't
I just keep it on the rise and give you what you

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

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

Bound by honor, rollin' mad of skama
never been the one for the Jerry Springer drama
Not an actor, the greatest multiple 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, while you eye liner and mascara

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 keep it on the rise, and you what you want

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't
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 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 where niggas gang
Plus slang more than words, nouns and
But crystal lah, lah meazy herbs

You enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons
You're funny-style, this no cartoon
This is Hard Earned dues, to Guru and Premier
I'm than ten years deep, but now it's my year

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

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

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

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

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