Luyện nghe bài hát Keep On Keepin On

B-Boy, where the you at?
I been looking for ass since a quarter past
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your
Before I make you suffer, that's you had enough-a

Can I get hot when you hit the jackpot? I can
If you the man, I get loose and large amounts of juice
Can you get used to that or do you
A boost of energy to me and get it on?

gettin' warm, I can feel you getting closer, now baby
Down mimosa, you better believe it's time to give a toast
To the woman of the decade, too bad to be
Get vex and I'm bound to shade

All over your body, who's body? body, I can rock a party
Like nobody, leavin' time to home the loot, choosy about
Who I let knock my boots, now let me take
While you're lovin' the Lyte, life ain't all that unless doing it right

Keep on, on 'cause you came
And you my world, your love so brand new
Keep on, keep kickin' on, doin' it right, right,

Beware of the stare I step into peace
I come in peace but I got shit that need to be
Now who from the shall I choose?
Yeah, now you you was in his shoes

I found me a new nigga this
That knows how to handle here
Now I look forward to goin' home at
Brother mo right under the candlelight

Wax my back, can I handle all of that?
I I can, can I? Why not if I wanna guess I can
Can I? More honey a bumble-bee hive
69 ways in my archive

Sweet licorice, sugar for my booga
Juicy Hi-C or an Icee
I got shit to make ass write a bad check
'Cause like I said I afraid of the sweat

Beat on my drum if you the need to
As I to open up and feed you
I got a longing to put you where you be
Been I can, I get rid of all

on, keepin' on 'cause you came
And you changed my world, love so brand new
Keep on, kickin' on, doin' it right, right, right

Many have tried strict
Lazy motherfuckers get put on
Those that perform well
They no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell

playing with my time, trying to jerk me
Hurt me dessert me, you better work me
you got the opportunity
To be in the of the L Y T E

Only the survive, only the wise excel
Once by my born-in-hell
Only the die slowly
Left all try to control me

Easy does it ask how was it
speak my info why my sheets in the streets
'Cause that ain't cool and that ain't
To talk about who the boots on a video shoot

But it's all good, though you gotta get it you want it
Like your prey, your move and hop up on it
It's natural, never be ashamed, fuck the
Get the name and the game