Luyện nghe bài hát Evolve Or Be Extinct

evolving, how many days will it to hit another level?
im a short term ranga, wont take long, there is not another that i wont take on,
if you lose well then get off, winner on, winner plays on, winner like da maze on,
im a winner, my vibes like a rave for the 20,000 people bother putting hate on,
i dont wanna hear a thing that you say wrong,
pipe down on tryna put a face on,
em, silly choice, silly move, eat dat ting, silly me, silly you, delete your ting,
were bigger than this, ill 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 running out,
we dont live forever, however, my music can forever, whatever,
em in a chat to the badman 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 with cheddar, i dont care if the raw is breda,
on my own no running a risktake, no like blow im a tourist breda, what now then?
you musta thought i was a klein calvin,
i take 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 hear it again playback, i dont pep the pig me raise dat,
a dad without da mayback
its again, none of them 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 eski im on the clouds with the best beat,
take that, ya mouth doe, cos im a don, dont get me wrong when im singing this song,
i go back to the war 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 money til im blue in the face, i go fast i flew in a race,
i won the title, i off any rivals, nobodys gonna spit on the beat,
nobodys steady theyre liable, think 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 ting i wana chat fighting, saying stuff
i aint just rhyming, better 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 out lightly, them ever getting anywhere werent likely,
yeah im wiley, you say you dont me so what, im not a showoff,
but im about its a roadblock,
stop of old songs, move on, go change your old top,
them spitters are good but their not,
as tight as mine im like a old knot, they got in school like a old cop,
god im in control im not a rover, heres how i evolve i cant hold off so chatting
on a cliff but roll off, climb back up by den i float off,
in the confront until it goes off, my futures bright its orange, cos i smoke weed
not in a sorange,
i go jogging my fam might ask for me my mum i aint seen nothing of him.