Luyện nghe bài hát Raise It Up

Yeah yo Don, a little bit of that chicken
That chicken, a little bit of that gravy
And I some old hot jazz biscuits
With a little bit of that butter
Bring in the

They understood, many people were so slow
My funky of rhyme, and my style is pyscho
wrecks wrecks, my style go X X
I move around off beat, more styles

white boys, other kids my black styles
I kick lyrics like right in your 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 drop on ears the public bite em
Not many went to school, so the 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 a black Smith and Wesson out
I a hammer stick a nail in that little crack

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