Luyện nghe bài hát Next Level

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

Brothers can't believe how the skills have

Now I go again, ready to flow again
And if the coast clear, hell yeah, I'm still going in
Get it together or you'll be on a stretcher
I I'm a getcha, the number one heart stresser
Sorry black, that's it's a cardiac arrest
Try to team the best?
Then where's at?
Lost to no one, a warrior Shogun
And when the show's done stacks and stacks is how the hoes
I bruise your feelings, confidence is to the
If I'm sick, I pick a chick for sexual
I'm unique, a freak like
In the with more highlights than Dominique
Around my boys is the jel stops
Up to the streets, the jeeps, my peeps in the blocks
I'm not the best but I give you
To flatter me your strategy be more complex than chess
Stop bluffing cause you saying nothing, G
And ducking I'm the A to the fucking G
LP we got down right
Showed all these corny motherfuckers what Hip Hop's supposed to sound
See A.G. and the brother
Quiet as kept best that you step on the low

Brothers can't believe how the have gotten

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

Brothers can't believe how the have gotten