Luyện nghe bài hát The Next Level

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

You'se a nigga, everybody 'cuz you can't bust this
You got a bad name like Dick
to the next level of rhyme flowin'
Scratchin', hookin' up beats and hoe
Every I come home, I got fifty messages
I only call back the girls big, big breasteses
Ooh, I got bitties in all the major
The safest way to have sex is between her
(Tittes)

I beeped this fillie Philly, we was puffin' on a Phillie
She actin' silly, so I popped her like a willie
I'm Cucamonga, I'm way out
And you know I got the flow 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 happen when we come out to play

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

Out the bag of tricks
Just for kicks, I with the Liks
So here's the vicks, I'm hittin' than a brick
Tricks get slick, and face the dick quick
You better recognize, adjust bifocals
Your style is local, I sit on beats in
I put words 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 on pina colada
Two blocks off La Cienega, at the
But up, I'm not done yet
I get hard like the perm pimps on Sunset
So when you feel it
DITC, you can't steal it,

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

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 with blunts in they faces
Off the two with the anvil cases
It's the L I K's that and amaze that
(Got's to deep)
In these crazy-ass
Bu the rhymer, King 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 like fluid
'Cuz ain't nothin' too but to do shit and print it
But it's all about the loot so every is documented
And vented, by the man born for kickin'
out with your bitch eatin' sweet and sour chicken

Exceeding Visa if the tab's on you
I get drunk and about the shit I used to do
We used ta, take out 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 to see who's the wackiest

Ten years later, a hip-hop slave
A prehistoric makin' beats in my cave
The L I K S, what makes motherfuckers so damn fresh
the, liquid flows that we spillin' on ya
Broadcastin' from Southern California, and we out

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