Luyện nghe bài hát Upper Echelon

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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 back, it's so scary I put the fear in you
I every track, cause the rhymers like to stare at you
Real back, it's a miracle
Rap laughable 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 I vaporize 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 grass we could see the
We cut the glass cause we the

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

I be listening to shit, real spit, like die hard feeling
Type of shit the fake niggas find hard to deal
I'm on a plane, I'm destroying em' while I build them
My threat be contained, so my name on Obama kill list
Kweli the artist that you be
Moving the through darkness, the is what's in front of me
Front on me you exposing your insecurities
Supposedly it's wack and replaces of maturity
The purity you need to get in the is gone
no conspiracy, stop 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 lifted on something
Everything is moving, I'm getting me a
Vintage, nothing but the sky is my
My girl is ride or die, I'm avoiding the evil
Ain't no who the best is
You don't like it stay the fuck out of my
Pimping down to the socks, and so is
The all night workout like 24-Hour
Y'all is adorable, incorrigible
The praise that you get is barely
People is you, why?
The last place in the world that you belong is a booth
suit, niggas is gassed up
Petroleum a lab when niggas get swept up
Custodians of culture, back to the rap, DeLorean
I class up the joint the spit is