Luyện nghe bài hát Raise It Up

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

They never understood, many 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 like shoes right in your face
Walk up on a car, of Spades, pluck the ace
I get slower, in, on in
like I used to be on Critical Beatdown

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

I went to college, I'm even more stupid
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 nail in that 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 no ego trip
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