Luyện nghe bài hát Next Level

All I see is blinking lights, boards, and fat mics
950s, SP12s,
Shit is thumping, ear drums
The shit is type cause the sample is tight right
Bite this one and leave
Never that
Cause I'm a 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 flowing in all
Show kept digging and digging now he got more
That's right nigga that dime, and I'm
The only matter that controls my mind
to every single rapper on this whole earth
Sell-out's got no
I think they better go search

Brothers can't how the skills have gotten

Now here I go again, to flow again
And if the coast ain't clear, hell yeah, I'm going in
Get it together or be laying on a stretcher
I betcha I'm a getcha, the number one heart
Sorry black, right it's a cardiac arrest
Try to team the best?
Then where's at?
Lost to no one, a 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 Malik
In the twilights with highlights than Dominique
Around my boys is the jel stops
Up to the streets, the jeeps, my in the cell blocks
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 corny motherfuckers what Hip Hop's supposed to sound like
See A.G. and the Show
as kept it's best that you step on the low

Brothers believe how the skills have gotten

Well me meaning the A to the dash
I'm to get the cash now I'm gone like the past
the remedy?
Suckers better get own identity
And to the enemy, you roll like it's ten of me
lords they get strangled with mic cords
Taking from my LP for sure ain't healthy
Patterson Projects is I rest
But I the whole planet cos it's mine goddamn it
I'm God, to pull a fake brother card
Wrecked Boston, 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 No not hardly
though I mamba like La Bamba and smoke ganja like Bob Marley
A bag of puts me at my rest
You say silly, that's my theory
Get the and let it rest

Brothers can't how the skills have gotten