Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

Pure microphone
Carving up MC's, up torch their weak embellishments
it, put it on
Dirty download gigolo the illest flow

Perverted high chief

Life moving swiftly
Pitch steady miss me
My renaissance, my light eclipse me
My rough callous stomping on these city streets
Fuck that the other cheek
Unless you a peach

No parental advisory, so no for the bleeps
No comin' in my unless you wipin' your feet
I hit the street, I feel good complete
A lotta hot rappers ain't nothing without beat
my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw
When I was sixteen, that's I used to rip for it

Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping the candle stick
Watchin' my ass and yo I quick
I'm nifty, with my dirt, G
Doing my thing, put in work, ain't nothing me
I bring it from to back, white to black
to hat, use clues I'm doin that

Rhyme skills the dopest, the style I spit is ferocious
You feel the beat in the streets and get to this
So I do my thing, you do your thing
Caress the mic a baby to make your head bang

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical I spit is ferocious
Feel the in the streets and get close to this
So while I do my thing, do your
Carve my name in your brain, your head bang

Monumental, thoughts sequential
The quintessential mental, tapping
My focus, take it round like a
And if I have to cut you my gonzo
I'm like a warless sword, I'm digging
you can joust defence
So many and slashes let off
You got not fingerprints

Carve you up with my Rambo,
Looking like leather-face, trippin' on the floor
Too hypocrisy, up in the market, B
It ain't talent, it's all about the currency
My magna opus, plus the dopest
Maybe I'll write a line and Fara Canna this
They got status but can't the apparatus
How could a project millions
Talking 'bout millions when half their buyers seen a thousand

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I is ferocious
Feel the beat in the streets and get close to
So I do my thing, do your thing
the mic like a baby to make your head bang

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is
Feel the beat in the streets and get close to
So while I do my thing, do your
Carve my name in your brain, make your bang

Times is kinda critical, that's why I keep it lyrical
Simple and plain, I don't wanna riddle you
I'm tryin' to black out, 'cause I'll your back out
Pullin' my axe out, do a M.O.P. out
With my dreads out, an' I no type of boy scout
Mr Life Force but you me The Count
Got so many names that I can't count
Let's see, Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr. How, Dr
My other names is the mattress

Now you can get your pissed on
After body's been buried
From to get your diss on
Wax off, wax on
My is bringin' a storm from the night until the early morn'
I got so styles, forget the grape with wine
Life on the mic an' 'bout to put it on
Takin' you ass away I was Kogon

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical I spit is ferocious
Feel the beat in the streets and get to this
So while I do my thing, do your
Caress the mic like a baby to your head bang

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical I spit is ferocious
Feel the beat in the streets and get close to
So I do my thing, do your thing
Carve my name in your brain, make your bang