Luyện nghe bài hát Evolve Or Be Extinct

evolving, how many days will it take to hit level?
im a short term ranga, wont take long, there is not another that i wont take on,
if you lose well get off, winner stays on, winner plays on, winner like da maze on,
im a winner, my like a rave for the 20,000 people dont bother putting hate on,
i dont hear 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, silly you, your ting,
were bigger than this, ill defeat your king, god i try hard but he goes in,
hes just a MC but he goes in, style is wack like its a repo ting, im going in,
i aint out, i got a style and it aint running out, but my lifes 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, or not you like 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 fear like im a tourist breda, what now then?
you musta thought i was a klein calvin,
i dont take care of my name aint alvin,
i got a space where im living its out of 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 them not try me again,
youre forgetting im a giant like
battle anybody for a a-stack, ill take ya a-stacks, put it in my sack,
put it on my back,
i move 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 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 money til im blue in the face, i go fast like i in a race,
i won the title, i kill off any rivals, nobodys spit on the beat,
nobodys steady theyre liable, think bad but you cant do a fireball,
my kind of style aint viable, you gotta earn it, you gotta it,
your kind of style aint viable, when its a grime ting i chat fighting, saying stuff
i aint rhyming, better listen up clear when im hyping,
on the ros not the lightning,
if a soundboys dead and he my name, i roll up and its like i revive him, PAR!
i let him fade out lightly, them ever getting anywhere werent likely,
yeah im wiley, you say you dont me so what, im not a showoff,
but when im its a roadblock,
stop thinking of old songs, move on, go your old top,
spitters are good but their flows 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 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 bright its orange, cos i smoke weed
not in a sorange,
i go jogging my fam might ask for me my mum says i seen nothing of him.