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
With a little bit of that butter
Bring in the

They never understood, many people were so
My type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho
wrecks 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, of Spades, pluck the ace
I get slower, in, on in
Flowin' I used to be on Critical Beatdown

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

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

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

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

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