Luyện nghe bài hát The Next Level

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

a nigga, everybody diss 'cuz you can't bust this
You got a bad like Dick Butkis
to the next level of rhyme flowin'
Scratchin', hookin' up beats and hoe
time I come home, I got fifty messages
I call back the girls with big, big breasteses
Ooh, I got bitties in all the major
The way to have sex is right 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 that'll play out
I was raised in Cali like a palm tree
I the mic from London to the Mohabi
Diamond D and the Ro to the J
Amazing feats happen when we come out to

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 here's the vicks, I'm harder than a brick
Tricks get slick, and the dick real quick
You better recognize, your bifocals
Your is local, I sit on beats in Acapulco
I put words together like Peter
And on motherfuckers like Peggy Flemming

So woah to who owe
one, oh, four, five, six to nine, oh, two, one, oh
I'm sippin' on colada
Two off La Cienega, at the Ramada
But up, I'm not done yet
I get hard like the perm pimps wear on
So recognize you feel it
DITC, you can't it, aight

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

My men, my men

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

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

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

Exceeding limits 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, Mike D, and my beat box
Sendin' kids back to the lab for more
The way they'd win, if we battled to see who's the wackiest

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

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