Luyện nghe bài hát Evolve

Yes, how many gorillas who actually killas really
Artists that actually still killing
And it comes to killing the mic
They not and I'm supposed to be shook

That's the that kill me
the bullet for Barack on the balcony and vanish
Extinguish the sun I drew
Play pool the planets

We are renegades, the outlandish
My shit straight from the
God it, it's the one time only
Vernacular original spectacular flow

Computer digital, I upon the pitiful
the minuscule
Pharoahe Monch need to pump that ass like
And to an enigma

The anomaly momma nominated me phenomenal
I dominated without a 6-pack
You get 19 put through that like Amadou
So what do is separate the false from the truest
You've amassed nothing trying to like U Mass

So with mics I don't like myself
Sadomasochist MC, I bite myself but not though
no Grammy to show for the love
That hand me on the street, now over stand

school mathematics examining thugs
They discuss bloods, crips, techs, jamming and
I of world peace, war, famine, and flood
Watching Pan's Labrynth I'm unraveling bud

Gambling on the next rapper to die in the
If God choose that artist to be me
Let one verse of a song be a of a pedigree
Better than back catalogue recipe

The legacy by which the world remembers me
Quote, do not edit me, let it be said, I'm top 5, all alive
Or we that's misstated and so overused
So here's a of why I'm 6 feet over you
And a million fans think statement is so overdue

And if it sounds a little wheezy
Not Wayne, motherfuckers I got asthma, not easy
Shotgun lyrical; cock back, me
Women case my anatomy, touch me, me

Please seize the moment in the against Lucifer
13, the Executioner, spit with a crucifix
So that you can expect the rant from Pharoahe like Mucinex
Get to it, get used to wisdom
Get to usage of a backward euphemism