Luyện nghe bài hát Evolve Or Be Extinct

evolving, how days will it take to hit another level?
im a short term ranga, take long, there is not another spitter that i wont take on,
if you lose well then get off, stays 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 wanna hear a that you wanna say wrong,
down on twitter tryna put a face on,
tell em, silly choice, silly move, eat dat ting, me, silly you, delete your ting,
were bigger than this, ill defeat your king, god knows i try hard but he in,
hes just a MC but he goes in, their style is wack like its a repo ting, im 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 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 a risktake, no fear like blow im a tourist breda, what now then?
you musta 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 housing, suck ya mother, i might say dat,
you hear it again playback, i dont pep the pig me raise dat,
like a dad da mayback
its wiley again, none of better not try me again,
youre forgetting im a giant like
battle 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 sitting on the clouds with the beat,
take that, shut ya mouth doe, cos im a don, dont get me wrong when im this song,
i go to the war start bringing it on, what, you play ball and you think youre the don,
you might 5 days on picking a song, by then im on a racetrack winging along,
gone, i did it and youre doing it wrong, like what type of mic are you doing it on?
you know half good mc's ruin a song, im like why they doing it wrong? long,
im evolving, in a freezone, like covan, everybodys 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 spit on the beat,
nobodys steady 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 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 calls my name, i up and its like i revive 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 change old top,
them spitters are but their flows not,
as tight as mine im like a old knot, they got bullied in school a old cop,
god im in control im not a rover, heres how i 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 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.