Luyện nghe bài hát Upper Echelon

Check it out baby, it out y'all
This upper echelon shit, what is this?

Welcome to the Prisoner of

Brainiac dum-dum, bust the
You it all up in your soul, we getting spiritual
You heard I'm coming back, so scary I put the fear in you
I every track, cause the rhymers like to stare at you
shit back, it's a miracle
Rap been laughable the last year or two
Reflecting like a mirror through who is the real living
I'm back with the shit, I pack lyrical
like bowls of kush into a vaporizer
And then I ya', my paper may surprise ya'
No need to brag on my paper I'm a naturizer
I vibrate higher, the truth break
I chose who is us
The lovers, the fighters, the writers, the
Cut the we could see the vipers
We cut the glass we the diamonds

Check it out baby, it out y'all
This upper echelon shit, what is this?

I be listening to shit, real spit, like die hard feeling
Type of shit the fake niggas find to deal wit'
I'm on a higher plane, I'm destroying em' while I build
My threat can't be contained, so my name on kill list
the artist that you wanna be
Moving the through darkness, the light is in front of me
Front on me you posers exposing your
Supposedly wack and replaces lack of maturity
The purity you need to get in the is gone
Ain't no conspiracy, looking for someone to blame it on
Gotta pay a debt, took a style and I made it fresh
a second, got your girl wetter than tomato flesh
Waiting on me with breath

Check it out baby, check it out
This that echelon shit, what is this?

to the
Walking through double fisted, I'm on something vicious
Everything is moving, I'm getting me a
Vintage, nothing but the sky is my
My girl is ride or die, I'm the evil temptress
no question who the best is
You don't like it the fuck out of my mansions
Pimping down to the socks, and so is
The all night like 24-Hour Fitness
Y'all niggas is adorable,
The that you get is barely audible
is ignoring you, why?
The last place in the that you belong is a recording booth
suit, niggas is gassed up
Petroleum a lab when these niggas get up
Custodians of culture, back to the rap, DeLorean
I class up the joint the spit is