Luyện nghe bài hát Raise It Up

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

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

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

I styles on ears the public bite em
Not many went to school, so the wouldn't write 'em
They say yo Keith, yo Kool, you 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 black and Wesson out
I grab a 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
Galaxy raised!

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