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 dont bother putting on,
i dont hear a thing that you wanna say wrong,
pipe down on twitter tryna put a on,
tell em, silly choice, silly move, eat dat ting, me, silly you, delete your ting,
were 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 wack like its a repo ting, im in,
i aint coming out, i got a style and it aint running out, but my lifes out,
we live 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 thats 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 blow im a tourist breda, what now then?
you thought i was a klein like calvin,
i dont take care of my name aint alvin,
i got a space where im living its out of town housing, ya mother, i might say dat,
you wana hear it again playback, i pep the pig me raise dat,
like a dad without da
its again, none of them better not try me again,
youre forgetting im a 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 off ASAP, i am music 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 back to the war bringing 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 doing it wrong, like what of mic are you doing it on?
you know good mc's ruin a song, im like why they doing it wrong? thats long,
im evolving, in a freezone, major covan, everybodys rolling,
i stack money 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,
nobodys steady theyre liable, youre bad but you cant do a fireball,
my kind of style viable, you gotta earn it, you gotta learn it,
your kind of style 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 soundboys dead and he calls my name, i up and its like i revive him, PAR!
i shoulda let him fade out lightly, them ever anywhere werent likely,
yeah im wiley, you say you dont me so what, im not a showoff,
but when im its a roadblock,
thinking of old songs, move on, go change your old top,
them spitters are but their flows not,
as tight as mine im like a old knot, they got in school like a old cop,
god im in im not a rover, heres how i evolve i cant hold off so many chatting
on a cliff but they roll off, climb up by den i float 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 nothing of him.