Luyện nghe bài hát Next Level

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

Brothers can't believe how the skills have

Now here I go again, to flow again
And if the coast ain't clear, yeah, I'm still going in
Get it or you'll be laying on a stretcher
I betcha I'm a getcha, the one heart stresser
Sorry black, that's it's a cardiac arrest
Try to triple team the
where's Party at?
Lost to no one, a warrior like
And the show's done stacks 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 more highlights than 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 be more complex than chess
Stop bluffing you ain't saying nothing, G
And start ducking I'm the A to the G
Last LP we got right
Showed all these corny what Hip Hop's supposed to sound like
See A.G. and the Show
Quiet as kept best that you step on the low

Brothers can't believe how the have gotten

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

can't believe how the skills have gotten