Luyện nghe bài hát Raise It Up

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

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

Showin' white boys, other kids my styles
I lyrics like 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 Beatdown

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

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

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

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

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