Luyện nghe bài hát Next Level

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

Brothers can't believe how the have 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 on a stretcher
I betcha I'm a getcha, the one heart stresser
Sorry black, that's right a cardiac arrest
Try to triple the best?
where's Party at?
Lost to no one, a warrior Shogun
And when the show's done stacks and 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 with more highlights than Dominique
Around my boys is where the jel
Up to the streets, the jeeps, my peeps in the cell
I'm not the but I give you stress
To flatter me your strategy be more complex than chess
Stop bluffing cause you ain't nothing, G
And start ducking I'm the A to the G
Last LP we got down
Showed all these corny motherfuckers what Hip supposed to sound like
See A.G. and the brother
Quiet as kept it's that you step on the low

Brothers can't believe how the skills gotten

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

Brothers believe how the skills have gotten