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 spitter that i wont 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 dont bother putting hate on,
i dont wanna hear a thing you wanna say wrong,
pipe down on twitter put a face on,
tell em, silly choice, move, eat dat ting, silly me, silly you, delete your ting,
were bigger than this, ill defeat 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 coming out, i got a style and it aint running out, but my lifes running out,
we live forever, however, my music can live forever, whatever,
tell em in a 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 cheddar, i dont 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 i was a klein like calvin,
i take care of chipmunks my name aint alvin,
i got a space where im living its out of housing, suck ya mother, i might say dat,
you wana it again playback, i dont pep the pig me raise dat,
like a dad without da
its wiley again, none of better not try me again,
youre forgetting im a giant haystacks
battle anybody for a a-stack, ill take ya a-stacks, put it in my sack,
put it on my back,
then i off ASAP, i am music but im not a-rab,
my names eski im sitting on the clouds with the 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 start 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 right and youre doing it wrong, like what of mic are you doing it on?
you know half good mc's ruin a song, im like why they doing it thats long,
im evolving, in a freezone, like major covan, 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, gonna 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 of style aint viable, when its a grime ting i wana chat fighting, saying stuff
i aint just rhyming, better listen up clear 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 getting werent likely,
yeah im wiley, you say you like me so what, im not a showoff,
but when im its a roadblock,
stop of old songs, move on, go change your old top,
them spitters are good but flows not,
as tight as mine im like a old knot, got bullied 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 they 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 says i aint nothing of him.