Luyện nghe bài hát The Next Level

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

You'se a nigga, everybody diss 'cuz you can't this
You got a bad name like Dick
Welcome to the next level of rhyme
Scratchin', up beats and hoe catchin'
Every time I come home, I got messages
I call back the girls with big, big breasteses
Ooh, I got bitties in all the cities
The safest way to sex is right between her
(Tittes)

I beeped this fillie from Philly, we was puffin' on a
She actin' silly, so I popped her like a willie
I'm Cucamonga, I'm way out
And you know I got the that'll never play out
I was raised in Cali just like a 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, what makes them motherfuckers so damn

Out the funk bag of
for kicks, I represent with the Liks
So here's the vicks, I'm hittin' than a brick
get slick, and face the dick real quick
You better recognize, adjust your
Your is local, I sit on beats in Acapulco
I put together like Peter Jennings
And skate on 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 off La Cienega, at the Ramada
But up, I'm not done yet
I get hard like the pimps wear on Sunset
So recognize when you it
DITC, you can't it, aight

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The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn

My men, my men

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

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

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

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

Ten years later, still a slave
A prehistoric B-boy beats in my cave
The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so fresh
It's the, flows that we spillin' on ya
Broadcastin' from Southern California, and we out

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