Luyện nghe bài hát Next Universe

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

Light up the sky like the 4th of
in this life son, they've got two sides
It's one
(Part one)
two
(Part two)

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

I'm fantastic, furious the Five from B'lawn
Brooklyn phenom', diss all peons, flow for
Mos Def is beyond, in fact most can agree on
we on the same frequency

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

All blazin' on your man chronic, I 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, academics inadmissible
You're indefensible, my style is so
Cats take it to heart like a
You temporary like a pattern

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

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 other men broke

What I invoke is never asleep, ever
It the soul of your foes and kinfolk
Maintaining my from beginnin' to end quote
Like
Pretty High Noon get clipped and shot down
behind, Teknological, neurological
Unstoppable, title wave in this shit, we

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

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

Son in my chromosomes to rock this, I got this
Watch this, assemble mo' raps, tap pockets
Knock this, nerve ends and chakras
Smart art apart hearts in darkness

Down for the longest, son peep the song
Radiate enormous, pure peak
Vocal the strongest, a Capella or cordless
Hit town, draw crowds space shuttle launches

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

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

So raise your hands in the air everybody get 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 wanna
Fly like a dove, that come from
From rockin' on the mic and you can call me Mos