Luyện nghe bài hát Next Level

All I see is blinking lights, track boards, and fat
950s, SP12s,
Shit is thumping, ear drums
The shit is type hype cause the is tight right
Bite one and leave teethless
sweat that
Cause I'm a cool cat, just Heathcliff
Peep this - up the loot
It's '94 and bitch ass niggas yeah they still get the
The flakes cause I be flowing in all states
Show kept digging and digging now he got more
That's nigga roll that dime, and I'm
The only living matter controls my mind
Peace to every rapper on this whole earth
got no worth
I think they go soul search

Brothers can't believe how the skills gotten

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

Brothers can't believe how the skills have

it's me meaning the A to the dash
I'm fast to get the cash now I'm gone the past
the remedy?
Suckers get they own identity
And to the enemy, you better like it's ten of me
lords they get strangled with mic cords
Taking from my LP for sure ain't healthy
Patterson is where I rest
But I claim the planet cos it's mine goddamn it
I'm God, quick to pull a fake brother
Boston, running shit in Portland like Rod
It's hard to face defeat when you're raised in the
No and no retreat
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 it's silly, my theory
Get the philly and let it

Brothers can't how the skills have gotten