Luyện nghe bài hát Next Universe

Yes, yes, yes, yes
(Whoo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, whoo)

Light up the sky the 4th of July
Everything in life son, they've got two sides
part one
(Part one)
two
(Part two)

Get together my crew, and we gon' do
we've got to do, uh huh uh
Feast for Hi-Teknological,
unstoppable, check it out

I'm fantastic, furious like the from B'lawn
Brooklyn phenom', diss all peons, for eons
Mos Def is beyond, in most cats can agree on
'Cause we on the frequency

If not change your dial and get on it, I flip on here beat
then the re-bonics keep heat like, Hamid's weed
Hit the street sonnets, who want it?
dancin' so sonic, you need tonics
Don't get yours from your schoolboy

All on your man chronic, I twist the hard caps back
To bonnets, I repeat, who want it?
on the list of time on the tradition, of combustion
Ignition, propulsion, put MC's on

The principle, your academics
indefensible, my style is so comprehensible
Cats it to heart like a ventricle
You like a weather pattern

Forgot I'm you never happened
Don't never say whatever to Mos?
My light shine boast the East to the Left Coast
North and South both, it sound dope

Boy boy sound choked with the next man's style
Between your teeth tongue and like
Got to wash your mouth out with
My penstroke, is leavin' men broke

What I invoke is never asleep, ever
It controls the of your foes and kinfolk
Maintaining my scope from to end quote
ba-biti-dabi-dida-da-dah-dah
Pretty High riders get clipped and shot down
Reach behind, Teknological,
Unstoppable, wave in this shit, we powerful

Now raise your hands in the air now everybody get it
The Universal,
B-Boy Scientific, you don't
It go on to the you don't, bust it!
So raise your in the air now everybody get with it
The Universal,

You see I'm comin to the party in the b-boy
I on the mic, on the mic, yo

Son it's in my chromosomes to this, I got this
Watch this, assemble mo' raps, tap pockets
this, stimulate nerve ends and chakras
Smart art breakin' apart hearts in

Down for the longest, son the song list
Radiate enormous, pure performance
Vocal the strongest, a Capella or cordless
Hit town, draw crowds like space launches

Whoo, how Def flow, we and
Brooklyn New make the world moonwalk like John Glenn
Son I'm sendin' it out, for the short to long
Earth sky, left right in between it and all

Now your hands in the air now everybody get with it
The Universal,
B-Boy Scientific, you stop
It go ON to the you don't, bust it

So your hands in the air everybody get with it
The Universal,
B-Boy Scientific, you don't
You see I'm comin' to the in the b-boy stance
I rock on the mic make your girl dance
Fly like a dove, come from above
rockin' on the mic and you can call me Mos Love