Luyện nghe bài hát Next Levels

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Yo, it's Gheedra, combined with the forces of nine ether
Blowing woofers and tweeters, shaking syllable
Disaster's cataclysmic, natural, it's about time
We hit you with some that's actual

I got a gift call, hip-hop prophecy, 2003
the reign of the jiggy MC
No more roaming on this planet scavengers
Sciences the code of the Gregorian calendar

Define laws and space in time, to trace my lines
Hold up, respect the
Digital rollin', my crew roll with VS
Type to master this universe in three steps

We stretch across the equator with major
Universal rhyme tones, tamper with ya time
Minds blown by the millions for the feeling
Hip-hop, it just stop until I make a killing

Nah, I'm kidding, but for real, the world ain't the same no
Take your life to level or remain no more
your life to next level or remain no more
Word up, up

Well, I'm with the mind of a survivor
Surviving, uncover the time
The high volume white high styling
Verge jocking the side, mirages

the vibe, hunger lurks
Nine to five saga, God bless the life
Father trife, crawl for the light, pounding the globe on
Vocal pimpin', throat

So you know how we go yo
Struck from the ghetto yo, throw
the dough, live showbiz
The cannonball, weapon, men and

Four section, intelligence, balance
Benevolent, stinging medicine
tiger, dragon, craftmatic
Watch ya back, if, this

Fascist through the atlas, first class status
Stagma flag, the plan
Bar skin, then a [unverified] streets watch clocks
punchless [unverified] on the dot five

to rot
So we blocks, crews
old news how we do

I'm a one rhyme
For every time, I the thin line
Between yours and mine, see, part of my design, shifting paradigm
Yin and yang combined, must be out ya

Thinking star would shine
duke, focus with a hawk's eye view
I'm all that, a plaintain, and Ital stew
Gettin' spine ache, British, ATL upon

Even figures be thumpin' off over this verbal elixir
Magnetic attraction, raw, nearly
Straight open in the caption, here comes the Hix and
Lyrical contraction, reaction, it started with a passion

That's just the way it had been, raw umbilical cords strapped
A corpse, drop a curse, while mustard hit this spouse?
Sharp with a needle, try to reach the
Ya'll for the sequel and the beat's not even EQ'd

We have a to catch