Luyện nghe bài hát The Next Level

Welcome to the level
The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so fresh

You'se a nigga, everybody diss 'cuz you can't bust
You got a bad name like Butkis
Welcome to the level of rhyme flowin'
Scratchin', up beats and hoe catchin'
Every time I come home, I got fifty
I only call back the with big, big breasteses
Ooh, I got bitties in all the major
The safest way to have sex is right her
(Tittes)

I beeped this fillie Philly, we was puffin' on a Phillie
She started silly, so I popped her like a willie
I'm Cucamonga, I'm way out
And you I got the flow that'll never play out
I was raised in Cali just a palm tree
I rock the mic London to the Mohabi
Diamond D and the Ro to the J
Amazing feats happen we come out to play

Welcome to the next
The L I K S, makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh

Out the funk bag of
Just for kicks, I represent the Liks
So the vicks, I'm hittin' harder than a brick
Tricks get slick, and face the dick quick
You recognize, adjust your bifocals
Your style is local, I sit on in Acapulco
I put words together like Jennings
And on motherfuckers like Peggy Flemming

So to those who owe
one, oh, four, five, six to nine, oh, two, one, oh
I'm sippin' on pina
Two blocks off La Cienega, at the
But hold up, I'm not yet
I get hard like the pimps wear on Sunset
So recognize when you it
DITC, you steal it, aight

to the next level
The L I K S, makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh

My men, my men

Welcome to the next
The L I K S, what them motherfuckers so damn fresh

For all my niggaz in the places with blunts in faces
Off the two turntables with the anvil
It's the L I K's that blaze and that
(Got's to deep)
In these days
Bu the Alkaholik rhymer, Tee and Diamond D
Got the gats at ya like we're to 'round three

'Cuz ninety-four is the year we overdo it
With the house party beats and flowin' fluid
'Cuz nothin' too but to do that shit and print it
But it's all about the loot so move is documented
And vented, by the man born for kickin'
Coolin' out with bitch eatin' sweet and sour chicken

Visa limits if the tab's on you
I get drunk and reminisce about the I used to do
We ta, take out crews as a hobby after two in the lobby
Me, D, and my beat box Robby
Sendin' kids back to the lab for practice
The only way they'd win, if we battled to see the wackiest

Ten later, still a hip-hop slave
A prehistoric B-boy makin' beats in my
The L I K S, makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh
It's the, liquid flows that we on ya
Broadcastin' live from California, and we out

to the next level
The L I K S, what makes motherfuckers so damn fresh