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 hype cause the is tight right
Bite this one and leave
Never sweat
Cause I'm a cool cat, just like
this - give up the loot
It's '94 and bitch ass niggas they still get the boot
The north cause I be flowing in all states
Show 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 single rapper on this whole earth
Sell-out's got no
I they better go soul search

Brothers can't believe how the have gotten

Now here I go again, ready to again
And if the coast ain't clear, yeah, I'm still going in
Get it together or you'll be on a stretcher
I betcha I'm a getcha, the number one stresser
Sorry black, that's right it's a arrest
Try to triple the best?
Then Party at?
to no one, a warrior like Shogun
And when the show's done and stacks 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 like
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 best but I you stress
To flatter me your strategy gotta be more than chess
Stop bluffing cause you saying nothing, G
And start ducking I'm the A to the G
Last LP we got right
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 how the skills have gotten

Well 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 roll like ten of me
lords they get strangled with mic cords
Taking beats from my LP for sure ain't
Patterson Projects is where I
But I claim the whole planet cos it's mine it
I'm God, quick to a fake brother card
Wrecked Boston, running shit in Portland Rod
It's hard to face defeat when you're in the street
No and no retreat
Now with the devil? 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 it's silly, that's my
Get the and let it rest

Brothers can't how the skills have gotten