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 favorite type of

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I 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 what you

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

The streets always hard 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 of skama
I've been the one for the Jerry Springer drama
Not an actor, the greatest multiple factor
This rap like a computer, and I'm a hacker

Linebacker, wit that hit like LT
the blitz, you'll get a Joe Theisman injury
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 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 give you 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 just it on the rise, and give you what you want

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

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

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

a truth-sayer, serve when Vega woofer shaker
A plees blower, show flower
Wit lyrics that'll blaze a crowd like 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, up, I don't front
I keep it on the rise, and give you what you want

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

Aiyyo enough, word 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)