Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It on The Rise

I got the funky feel B-Real
I put all in your head up wit the raw skill
Franklins are my bills
No hands, my favorite of windmills

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

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

You's a phony, I heard single
Corny, like a jingle
Here the master of paragraphs on phonographs

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

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 keep it on the and give you what you want

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, 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 give you you want, what you need
(I give you you want, I don't front)
(What you need)