Luyện nghe bài hát Next Level

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

Brothers can't believe how the skills have

Now here I go again, ready to again
And if the coast ain't clear, hell yeah, I'm going in
Get it together or you'll be laying on a
I betcha I'm a getcha, the number one heart
Sorry black, that's right it's a arrest
Try to team the best?
where's Party at?
Lost to no one, a warrior like
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 sexual
I'm unique, a freak Malik
In the twilights more highlights than Dominique
Around my boys is where the jel
Up to the streets, the jeeps, my in the cell blocks
I'm not the but I give you stress
To me your strategy gotta be more complex than chess
Stop bluffing cause you ain't nothing, G
And ducking I'm the A to the fucking G
LP we got down right
Showed all these 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 can't believe how the skills have

Well 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 they own
And to the enemy, you better roll like ten of me
Fake they get strangled with mic cords
Taking beats from my LP for sure ain't
Patterson is where I rest
But I claim the whole planet cos it's goddamn it
I'm God, quick to pull a fake card
Wrecked Boston, shit in Portland like Rod
It's to face defeat when you're raised in the street
No surrender and no
Now with the devil? No not hardly
Even though I mamba 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 philly and let it

Brothers can't believe how the skills gotten