Luyện nghe bài hát Raise It Up

Yeah yo Don, gimme a bit of that chicken
That smooth chicken, a bit of that gravy
And I want old hot jazz biscuits
a little bit of that blues butter
Bring in the

They understood, many people were so slow
My type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho
Complex wrecks, my style go X X
I around off beat, creatin' more styles

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

I drop on ears the public bite em
Not many went to school, so the dummies write 'em
They say yo Keith, yo Kool, you usin' big

I to college, I'm even more stupid herb
on the scene to put a lesson out
Even if I have to a black Smith and Wesson out
I grab a hammer stick a in that little crack

the monkey show the hummingbird 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
it up, raise it up
Raise it up, it up

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