Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Risin'

Yo, put your hands up, 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

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

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

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 powers of sin
And work magic, fiery darts aimin' at my heart
I think it's to play my part, yo, so dig it

Yo, 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 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 on risin'

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

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

(Rise, we rise)
Throw hands 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, your feet up
(What, what, what, what, what)
We on risin'
(What, what, what, what, what)
We keep on

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 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 keep rappin'
Man, I told ya the was bound to make it happen

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

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

It ain't about the Bentley, it ain't the cars
Money, or the girls
It's a much bigger when 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 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

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

Yo, put your up
your shoes off
(What, what, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what, what)

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)