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 bills
No hands, my type of windmills

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

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

You's a phony, I heard single
Corny, like a thirty-second
comes 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, 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

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

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

Bound by honor, rollin' mad of skama
I've been the one for the Jerry Springer drama
Not an actor, just the greatest multiple
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 gear, meanwhile I wear and tear
For fanfare, while you rock eye and mascara

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

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

You enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons
You're funny-style, this ain't no
This is Hard Earned dues, to Guru and Premier
I'm more 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 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, live flower
Wit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd a flame thrower

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

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