Luyện nghe bài hát Next Level

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

Brothers can't believe how the skills have

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

Brothers believe how the skills have gotten

Well it's me 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 it's ten of me
Fake lords they get strangled mic cords
Taking beats from my LP for ain't healthy
Patterson Projects is where I
But I claim the whole planet cos it's mine it
I'm God, quick to pull a fake card
Wrecked Boston, running in Portland like Rod
It's hard to face defeat when you're in the street
No surrender and no
Now dance the devil? No not hardly
Even though I mamba like La Bamba and smoke like Bob Marley
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 have gotten