Luyện nghe bài hát Next Level

All I see is blinking lights, track boards, and fat
950s, SP12s,
is thumping, ear drums pumping
The shit is type cause the sample is tight right
Bite this one and teethless
Never sweat
Cause I'm a cat, just like Heathcliff
Peep this - up the loot
It's '94 and ass niggas yeah they still get the boot
The north flakes cause I be in all states
Show kept and digging now he got more crates
That's right nigga that dime, and I'm
The only living matter controls my mind
Peace to every single rapper on this earth
got no worth
I think they better go soul

Brothers can't believe how the skills gotten

Now here I go again, ready to flow
And if the coast clear, hell yeah, I'm still going in
Get it together or you'll be laying on a
I betcha I'm a getcha, the one heart stresser
Sorry black, that's it's a cardiac arrest
Try to team the best?
Then Party at?
Lost to no one, a warrior Shogun
And the show's done stacks and stacks is how the hoes come
I bruise your feelings, is to the ceiling
If I'm sick, I a chick for sexual healing
I'm unique, a like Malik
In the twilights with highlights than 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 give you
To flatter me strategy gotta be more complex than chess
Stop bluffing you ain't saying nothing, G
And start I'm the A to the fucking G
Last LP we got down
Showed all these corny motherfuckers what Hip Hop's supposed to like
See A.G. and the brother
Quiet as kept it's best you step on the low

Brothers can't believe how the have gotten

Well me meaning the A to the dash
I'm fast to get the now I'm gone like the past
What's the
Suckers get they own identity
And to the enemy, you better roll like ten of me
Fake lords they get strangled with mic
Taking beats from my LP for ain't healthy
Patterson Projects is where I
But I claim the whole cos it's mine goddamn it
I'm God, quick to pull a brother card
Wrecked Boston, shit in Portland like Rod
It's hard to defeat when you're raised in the street
No and no retreat
Now dance with the No not hardly
Even I mamba like La Bamba and smoke ganja like Bob Marley
A bag of puts me at my rest
You say silly, that's my theory
Get the philly and let it

can't believe how the skills have gotten