Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It on The Rise

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

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

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

You's a phony, I heard your
Corny, like a jingle
Here comes the of paragraphs on phonographs

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

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

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

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

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

Linebacker, wit that hit like LT
Watch the blitz, you'll get a Joe Theisman
What's all the glitter gear, meanwhile I wear and
For fanfare, while you eye liner and mascara

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

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

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

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

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

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, up, I don't front
I just keep it on the rise, and you what you want

enough's enough, word up, I don't front
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

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