Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Risin'

Yo, put hands up, turn the beat up
Take shoes off, throw your feet up
(What, what, what, what, what)
We on risin'
(What, what, what, what, what)
We on risin'

We been doin' for years and you just now heard of us
Four years back stabbin' music murderers
Yeah, I was a younga MC, now I'm but please
Don't think my mind, change only change

And the clock moves as the plot gets thicker now
Yeah, I'm a Christian, my position paints the list
DJ Niques composin' beats he was under age
A master of the art it's time to take the stage

We give props to those who it tight
Big ups to P.O.D. for rockin' it right
In the middle of my day, drop to my knees and pray
Let me walk in light so my darkness will away

Lord, please cleanse me from without and
Be sure to never let me doubt the evil of sin
And work magic, deflectin' fiery aimin' at my heart
I it's time to play my part, yo, so dig it

Yo, put your up, turn the beat up
your shoes off, throw your feet up
(What, what, what, what, what)
We keep on
(What, what, what, what, what)
We on risin'

Put your hands up, turn the up
Take shoes off, throw your feet up
(What, what, what, what, what)
We on risin'
(What, what, what, what, what)
We on risin'

When I look around all I see is record
And goin' bankrupt tryna be free
ain't the way that is should be, no, not hardly
You got me pacin' knowin' that you're
Try to bring me down, I'm

We won't stop, you ask why, we can't stop
Hip hop make ya neck pop when the beat
Souljahz, don't stop, we keep on
Souljahz, stop, we keep on risin'

(Rise, we rise)
Throw your in the sky
'em side to side, cone on
(Rise, we rise, we rise, we rise)

Yo, put your hands up, the beat up
Take shoes off, throw your feet up
(What, what, what, what, what)
We on risin'
(What, what, what, what, what)
We on risin'

Put hands up, turn the beat up
Take your shoes off, throw feet up
(What, what, what, what, what)
We on risin'
(What, what, what, what, what)
We keep on

Hey yo, I keep it righteous while my ignite this
Mic and it might just be the to recite this
Rhyme that I wrote in my gotta keep rappin'
Man, I ya the Souljahz was bound to make it happen

Got you askin', l ain't hear the Souljahz in a while
Didn't they flip they Wasn't they just on trial?
C'mon, we been on the road
From N.Y. to Germany, 5.0

So think about it you criticize my crew
'Cause you point your finger at me
is pointed back at you
Actin' like a fool, it be jealousy or envy
Jealousy or envy, why we doin' this

It ain't about the Bentley, it ain't about the
Money, or the girls
It's a much picture when you tryna change tha world
Righteous hip hop, tha down-low to tha sip top
In yo sneakers or flip flops, spit wads

Yo, put your hands up, turn the up
Take your shoes off, throw feet up
(What, what, what, what, what)
We on risin'
(What, what, what, what, what)
We keep on

Put your up, turn the beat up
Take your off, throw your feet up
(What, what, what, what, what)
We keep on
(What, what, what, what, what)
We keep on

Yo, put hands up
Take shoes off
(What, what, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what, what)

Put your hands up, turn the up
Take your shoes off, throw your up
(What, what, what, what, what)
We on risin'
(What, what, what, what, what)