Luyện nghe bài hát Raise It Up

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

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

Showin' boys, other 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 styles on ears the public bite em
Not many went to school, so the dummies write 'em
say yo Keith, yo Kool, you usin' big words

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

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

Raise it up, 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 money grip, now this ain't no ego
Now in the days and we used to use elevation
And then the people