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
are my favorite bills
No hands, my favorite of windmills

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

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

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

Aiyyo 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 it on the rise and give you what you want

(What you need)
Here, fear peep this
inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist
Skilled technician, technique
speak, I put mics in condition

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo enough's enough, aiyyo 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, when Vega woofer shaker
A plees blower, live show
Wit lyrics that'll a whole crowd like a flame thrower

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 front
I just it on the rise, and give you what you want

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 you what you want

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