Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted Monk high

Life Force swiftly
Pitch forks miss me
My renaissance, my light eclipse me
My rough callous feet on these city streets
that turn the other cheek
Unless you squeeze a

No parental advisory, so no for the bleeps
No comin' in my crib unless you your feet
I hit the street, I feel plus complete
A lotta hot rappers nothing without their beat
Mark my name, on the clipboard, I raw
I was sixteen, that's when I used to rip for it

Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the candle
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
Shoe to hat, use clues I'm that

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

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

Monumental, thoughts flowing
The quintessential mental, tapping
My focus, it round like a rental
And if I have to cut you with my
I'm like a sword, I'm digging into
Like you can joust
So strokes and slashes let off
You ain't got not

Carve you up my Rambo, Ammo
like leather-face, trippin' on the dance floor
Too hypocrisy, up in the market, B
It ain't talent, it's all about the currency
My opus, addicted plus the dopest
Maybe I'll write a and Fara Canna quote this
They got but can't work the apparatus
How could a project sell
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 to this
So while I do my thing, do thing
Caress the mic like a baby to your head bang

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

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

Now you can get your grades on
After your been buried
trying to get your diss on
Wax off, wax on
My calm is a storm from the night until the early morn'
I got so many styles, forget the grape with
Force on the mic an' 'bout to put it on
Takin' you ass away like I was

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

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