Luyện nghe bài hát Upper Echelon

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

to the Prisoner of Conscious

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

it out baby, check it out y'all
This that upper echelon shit, is this?

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

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

to the
Walking through double fisted, I'm on something vicious
is moving, I'm getting me a percentage
Vintage, nothing but the sky is my
My girl is ride or die, I'm avoiding the temptress
Ain't no question who the is
You don't it stay the fuck out of my mansions
Pimping to the socks, and so is business
The all night workout like 24-Hour
niggas is adorable, incorrigible
The that you get is barely audible
People is you, why?
The last place in the world you belong is a recording booth
Order suit, is gassed up
Petroleum a lab these niggas get swept up
of culture, back to the future rap, DeLorean
I up the joint the spit is valedictorian