Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Risin'

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

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

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

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

Lord, please cleanse me from and within
Be sure to never let me the evil powers of sin
And work magic, fiery darts aimin' at my heart
I think it's time to my part, yo, so dig it

Yo, put your up, turn the beat up
Take your shoes off, throw your up
(What, what, what, what, what)
We keep on
(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 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
That ain't the way that is be, no, not hardly
You got me pacin' that you're gonna
Try to bring me down, I'm

We stop, you ask why, 'cause we can't stop
Hip hop make ya neck pop when the drops
Souljahz, don't stop, we on tryin'
Souljahz, don't stop, we on risin'

(Rise, we rise)
Throw 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 your shoes off, throw your 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 ignite
Mic and it just be the time to recite this
Rhyme that I wrote in my gotta keep rappin'
Man, I told ya the Souljahz was bound to make it

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

So think about it before you criticize my
when you point your finger at me
Three is back at you
like a fool, whether it be jealousy or envy
Jealousy or envy, why we doin' this

It ain't about the Bentley, it 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 or flip flops, coppin' spit wads

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

Yo, put hands up
your shoes 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 on risin'
(What, what, what, what, what)