Luyện nghe bài hát Evolve Or Be Extinct

evolving, how many will it take to hit another level?
im a short term ranga, wont long, there is not another spitter that i wont take on,
if you lose well then get off, winner stays on, winner plays on, winner da maze on,
im a winner, my vibes a rave for the 20,000 people dont bother putting hate on,
i dont wanna a thing that you wanna say wrong,
pipe on twitter tryna put a face on,
tell em, silly choice, silly move, eat dat ting, silly me, you, delete your ting,
bigger than this, ill defeat your king, god knows i try hard but he goes in,
hes just a MC but he goes in, their style is like its a repo ting, im going in,
i aint coming out, i got a style and it aint running out, but my lifes out,
we dont live forever, however, my music can 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 thats my weather, whether or not you 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 blow im a tourist breda, what now then?
you musta thought i was a like calvin,
i dont take of chipmunks my name aint alvin,
i got a space im living its out of town housing, suck ya mother, i might say dat,
you wana hear it again playback, i dont pep the pig me dat,
like a dad without da
its wiley again, none of better not try me again,
youre forgetting im a like haystacks
anybody for a a-stack, ill take 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,
take that, shut ya doe, cos im a don, dont get me wrong when im singing this song,
i go back to the war start it on, what, you play ball and you think youre the don,
you spend 5 days 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 a song, im like why they doing it wrong? thats long,
im evolving, in a freezone, like covan, everybodys rolling,
i stack that money til im blue in the face, i go fast i flew in a race,
i won the title, i kill off any rivals, nobodys spit on the beat,
nobodys steady theyre liable, youre bad but you cant do a fireball,
my kind of style aint viable, you gotta earn it, you gotta it,
your of style aint viable, when its a grime ting i wana chat fighting, saying stuff
i aint just rhyming, listen up clear when im hyping,
on the ros not the lightning,
if a dead and he calls my name, i roll up and its like i revive him, PAR!
i shoulda let him fade out lightly, them ever anywhere werent likely,
im wiley, you say you dont like me so what, im not a showoff,
but im about its a roadblock,
stop thinking of old songs, on, go change your old top,
them spitters are but their flows not,
as tight as mine im like a old knot, they got bullied in like a old cop,
god im in control im not a rover, heres how i evolve i hold off so many chatting
on a cliff but roll off, climb back up by den i float off,
in the souls confront until it off, my futures bright its orange, cos i smoke weed
not in a sorange,
i go my fam might ask for me my mum says i aint seen nothing of him.