Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Risin'

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 keep on

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

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

We give props to those who keepin' it
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 so my darkness will fade away

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

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

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

I look around all I see is record companies
And MC's bankrupt tryna be free
That the way that is should be, no, not hardly
You got me pacin' that you're gonna
Try to me down, I'm sorry

We won't stop, you ask why, we can't stop
Hip hop ya neck pop when the beat drops
Souljahz, stop, we keep on tryin'
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 your shoes off, throw feet up
(What, what, what, what, what)
We on risin'
(What, what, what, what, what)
We on risin'

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

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

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

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

It ain't the Bentley, it ain't about the cars
Money, or the girls
It's a much bigger picture 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, the beat up
Take your shoes off, throw your up
(What, what, what, what, what)
We keep on
(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 shoes off
(What, what, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what, what)

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