Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It on The Rise

I got the funky feel like
I put all in your up wit the pure raw skill
Franklins are my bills
No hands, my type of windmills

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

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

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

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

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 you want

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

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

Bound by honor, rollin' mad bags of
I've never been the one for the Springer drama
Not an actor, just the greatest multiple
rap game's like a computer, and I'm a hacker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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