Luyện nghe bài hát Evolve Or Be Extinct

evolving, how many will it take to hit another level?
im a short term ranga, wont take long, there is not another spitter that i take on,
if you lose well then get off, winner stays on, winner plays on, like da maze on,
im a winner, my like a rave for the 20,000 people dont bother putting hate on,
i dont wanna a thing that you wanna say wrong,
pipe down on tryna put a face on,
tell em, silly choice, silly move, eat dat ting, silly me, silly you, delete ting,
were bigger this, ill defeat your king, god knows i try hard but he goes in,
hes a MC but he goes in, their style is wack like its a repo ting, im going in,
i aint coming out, i got a style and it aint running out, but my running out,
we dont forever, however, my music can live forever, whatever,
tell em in a chat to the breda, and you cant fool me but you act quite clever,
sun, sea and sand well my weather, whether or not you like me, silly, whatever,
i count money im a chore with cheddar, i care if the raw is breda,
on my own no running a risktake, no fear like im a tourist breda, what now then?
you thought i was a klein like calvin,
i dont care of chipmunks my name aint alvin,
i got a space where im living its out of town housing, suck ya mother, i say dat,
you wana hear it again playback, i dont pep the pig me dat,
like a dad da mayback
its wiley again, none of them not try me again,
forgetting im a giant like haystacks
battle anybody for a a-stack, ill ya a-stacks, put it in my grey sack,
put it on my back,
then i move off ASAP, i am but im not a-rab,
my names im sitting on the clouds with the best beat,
that, shut ya mouth doe, cos im a don, dont get me wrong when im singing this song,
i go to the war start bringing it on, what, you play ball and you think youre the don,
you might spend 5 on picking a song, by then im on a racetrack winging along,
gone, i did it right and youre it wrong, like what type of mic are you doing it on?
you know half good mc's ruin a song, im like why doing it wrong? thats long,
im evolving, in a freezone, like major covan, rolling,
i stack that til im blue in the face, i go fast like i flew in a race,
i won the title, i kill off any rivals, nobodys gonna on the beat,
steady theyre liable, think youre bad but you cant do a fireball,
my kind of style aint viable, you earn it, you gotta learn it,
your kind of style aint viable, when its a grime ting i wana chat fighting, saying
i aint rhyming, better listen up clear when im hyping,
on the ros not the lightning,
if a soundboys dead and he calls my name, i roll up and its like i him, PAR!
i shoulda let him fade out lightly, them getting anywhere werent likely,
im wiley, you say you dont like me so what, im not a showoff,
but when im its a roadblock,
stop thinking of old songs, move on, go your old top,
them are good but their flows not,
as tight as mine im like a old knot, got bullied in school like a old cop,
god im in control im not a rover, heres how i evolve i cant off so many chatting
on a cliff but they roll off, climb back up by den i off,
in the souls confront until it goes off, my futures bright its orange, cos i smoke
not in a sorange,
i go jogging my fam might ask for me my mum says i aint seen of him.