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, diss 'cuz you can't bust this
You got a bad like Dick Butkis
Welcome to the next level of flowin'
Scratchin', hookin' up and hoe catchin'
Every time I home, I got fifty messages
I call back the girls with 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 started actin' silly, so I popped her 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 just like a palm
I rock the mic London to the Mohabi
Diamond D and the Ro to the J
Amazing feats happen when we out to play

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

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

So to those who owe
one, oh, four, five, six to nine, oh, two, one, oh
I'm on pina 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 when you feel it
DITC, you can't it, aight

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

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 the anvil cases
It's the L I K's that blaze and that
(Got's to deep)
In crazy-ass days
Bu the Alkaholik rhymer, Tee and Diamond D
Got the gats at ya like we're to 'round three

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

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

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

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