Luyện nghe bài hát Next Level

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

can't believe how the skills have 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, that's right it's a cardiac
Try to team the best?
where's Party at?
Lost to no one, a warrior Shogun
And when the show's done stacks and stacks is how the hoes
I your feelings, confidence is to the ceiling
If I'm sick, I pick a for sexual healing
I'm unique, a freak Malik
In the with more highlights than Dominique
Around my is where the jel stops
Up to the streets, the jeeps, my peeps in the blocks
I'm not the but I give you stress
To flatter me your strategy gotta be more complex than
Stop cause you ain't saying nothing, G
And start ducking I'm the A to the G
Last LP we got down
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 how the skills have gotten

Well it's me meaning the A to the
I'm fast to get the now I'm gone like the past
the remedy?
Suckers better get they own
And to the enemy, you better roll it's ten of me
Fake lords they get strangled with mic
beats from my LP for sure ain't healthy
Patterson Projects is I rest
But I claim the planet cos it's mine goddamn it
I'm God, quick to a fake brother card
Wrecked Boston, running shit in like Rod
It's hard to face defeat when you're raised in the
No and no retreat
Now with the devil? No not hardly
Even though I mamba like La Bamba and smoke like Bob Marley
A bag of sess me at my rest
You say it's silly, my theory
Get the philly and let it

Brothers can't how the skills have gotten