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 keep on

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

And the moves quicker as the plot gets thicker now
Yeah, I'm a Christian, my position paints the list
DJ Niques composin' since 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 of my cloudy day, drop to my knees and pray
Let me walk in light so my darkness fade away

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

Yo, 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)
We keep on

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

When I look all I see is record companies
And MC's bankrupt tryna be free
That ain't the way that is should be, no, not
You got me pacin' knowin' that gonna
Try to bring me down, I'm

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

(Rise, we rise)
your hands in the sky
Wave 'em side to side, on
(Rise, we rise, we rise, we rise)

Yo, put your hands up, the beat up
Take your shoes off, 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 keep on
(What, what, what, what, what)
We keep on

Hey yo, I keep it righteous while my rhymes this
Mic and it might just be the time to this
Rhyme that I wrote in my room gotta keep
Man, I told ya the was bound to make it happen

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

So think about it before you my crew
'Cause when you point your at me
Three is pointed at you
Actin' a fool, whether it be jealousy or envy
or envy, remember why we doin' this

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

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

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

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

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