Luyện nghe bài hát The Next Level

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

You'se a nigga, everybody 'cuz you can't bust this
You got a bad name like Butkis
Welcome to the next of rhyme flowin'
Scratchin', hookin' up beats and hoe
Every time I come home, I got fifty
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 this fillie from Philly, we was puffin' on a Phillie
She started silly, so I popped her like a willie
I'm Cucamonga, I'm way out
And you I got the flow that'll never play out
I was raised in Cali like a palm tree
I rock the mic from London to the
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 them motherfuckers so damn fresh

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

So woah to 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 the perm pimps wear on Sunset
So recognize you feel it
DITC, you steal it, aight

Welcome to the next
The L I K S, what makes 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 amaze
(Got's to deep)
In crazy-ass days
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 flowin' like
ain't 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 kickin'
Coolin' out your bitch eatin' sweet 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 hobby after two in the
Me, Mike D, and my beat box
Sendin' kids back to the lab for more
The only way they'd win, if we battled to see the wackiest

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

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