Luyện nghe bài hát The Next Level

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

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

I beeped this from Philly, we was puffin' on a Phillie
She started actin' silly, so I 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 just like a palm tree
I the mic from London to the Mohabi
Tash D and the Ro to the J
Amazing feats happen when we come out to

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

Out the bag of tricks
Just for kicks, I represent the Liks
So here's the vicks, I'm hittin' harder a brick
Tricks get slick, and face the dick quick
You better recognize, your bifocals
Your is local, I sit on beats in Acapulco
I put together like Peter Jennings
And skate on motherfuckers Peggy Flemming

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

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

My men, my men

Welcome to the next
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 anvil
the L I K's that blaze and amaze that
(Got's to deep)
In crazy-ass days
Bu the Alkaholik rhymer, King Tee and D
Got the gats pointed at ya like we're to three

'Cuz ninety-four is the year we overdo it
With the house party beats and flowin' like
ain't nothin' too but to do that shit and print it
But it's all about the loot so every move is
And vented, by the man born for lyric
Coolin' out with your bitch eatin' and sour chicken

Exceeding Visa limits if the on you
I get drunk and about the shit I used to do
We used ta, take out crews as a after two in the lobby
Me, Mike D, and my beat box
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, still a slave
A prehistoric B-boy beats in my cave
The L I K S, what makes motherfuckers so damn fresh
It's the, liquid that we spillin' on ya
Broadcastin' live Southern California, and we out

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