Luyện nghe bài hát Raise It Up

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

They understood, many people were 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' white boys, other kids my black
I kick like shoes right in your face
up on a car, Jack of Spades, pluck 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 went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write 'em
They say yo Keith, yo Kool, you big words

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

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