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 favorite
No hands, my type of windmills

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

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

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

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

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 just it on the rise and give you what you want

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

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

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

enough's 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 just keep it on the rise, and you what you want

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

(See you need)
When it comes to real lyrics I know you hang
Word to Tash, I'm from Killa Cali niggas gang bang
Plus slang more words, nouns and verbs
But pure lah, lah meazy herbs

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

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

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

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

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)