Luyện nghe bài hát Raise It Up

Yeah yo Don, gimme a bit of that chicken
That smooth chicken, a little bit of that
And I some old hot jazz biscuits
With a little bit of that butter
in the snare

They never understood, people were so slow
My funky type of rhyme, and my style is
Complex wrecks wrecks, my go X X
I move around off beat, more styles

Showin' white boys, kids my black styles
I kick lyrics like shoes right in your
Walk up on a car, Jack of Spades, the ace
I get slower, in, on in
Flowin' like I used to be on Beatdown

I drop styles on ears the public em
Not many went to school, so the wouldn't write 'em
They say yo Keith, yo Kool, you big words

I went to college, I'm more stupid herb
Back on the scene to put a out
Even if I have to pull a black Smith and out
I a hammer stick a nail in that little crack

Tame the monkey show the how to act
I get atomic,
to mom I'm in my own world
Galaxy raised!

it up, raise it up
Raise it up, it up
Raise it up, it up
it up, raise it up

Yo, yo grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip
Yo money grip money grip, now ain't no ego trip
Now back in the days and we to use elevation
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