Luyện nghe bài hát Next Level

All I see is lights, track boards, and fat mics
950s, SP12s,
is thumping, ear drums pumping
The shit is type hype the sample is tight right
Bite one and leave teethless
sweat that
Cause I'm a cool cat, like Heathcliff
Peep - give up the loot
It's '94 and bitch ass niggas they still get the boot
The flakes cause I be flowing in all states
Show digging and digging now he got more crates
That's right roll that dime, and I'm
The only living that controls my mind
to every single rapper on this whole earth
Sell-out's got no
I they better go soul search

can't believe how the skills have gotten

Now I go again, ready to flow again
And if the coast ain't clear, hell yeah, I'm going in
Get it together or you'll be on a stretcher
I I'm a getcha, the number one heart stresser
Sorry black, right it's a cardiac arrest
Try to triple team the
Then Party at?
to no one, a warrior like Shogun
And when the show's stacks and stacks is how the hoes come
I your feelings, confidence is to the ceiling
If I'm sick, I pick a chick for healing
I'm unique, a freak Malik
In the twilights with more highlights Dominique
Around my boys is where the jel
Up to the streets, the jeeps, my in the cell blocks
I'm not the best but I you stress
To flatter me your strategy gotta be more complex chess
bluffing cause you ain't saying nothing, G
And start ducking I'm the A to the G
Last LP we got right
Showed all these corny motherfuckers what Hip Hop's supposed to like
See A.G. and the Show
Quiet as kept it's best that you on the low

can't believe how the skills have gotten

Well it's me meaning the A to the
I'm fast to get the now I'm gone like the past
What's the
Suckers better get they own
And to the enemy, you better roll like ten of me
Fake they get strangled with mic cords
Taking beats from my LP for ain't healthy
Patterson Projects is I rest
But I the whole planet cos it's mine goddamn it
I'm God, to pull a fake brother card
Wrecked Boston, running shit in Portland Rod
hard to face defeat when you're raised in the street
No surrender and no
Now dance with the devil? No not
Even though I mamba like La Bamba and smoke ganja like Bob
A bag of sess me at my rest
You say it's silly, that's my
Get the and let it rest

Brothers can't believe how the skills have