Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted Monk chief

Life moving swiftly
Pitch forks miss me
My renaissance, my brother's eclipse me
My rough callous stomping on these city streets
that turn the other cheek
Unless you squeeze a

No parental advisory, so no need for the
No comin' in my crib unless you wipin' your
I hit the street, I feel good complete
A lotta hot rappers ain't without their beat
my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw
When I was sixteen, that's I used to rip for it

Like Jiminy Cricket, over the candle stick
Watchin' my ass and yo I learnt
I'm nifty, with my dirt, G
my thing, put in work, ain't nothing hurt me
I it from front to back, white to black
Shoe to hat, use clues I'm doin

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

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

Monumental, thoughts flowing
The quintessential mental, into
My focus, it round like a rental
And if I to cut you with my gonzo
I'm a warless sword, I'm digging into
you can joust defence
So many strokes and 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 about talent, it's all the currency
My magna opus, plus the dopest
Maybe I'll write a line and Canna quote this
They got but can't work the apparatus
How could a project sell
Talking 'bout millions when their buyers ain't seen a thousand

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

Rhyme skills the dopest, the style I spit is ferocious
Feel the in the streets and get close to this
So while I do my thing, do thing
Carve my in your brain, make your head 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
my axe out, do a M.O.P. mash out
With my dreads out, an' I ain't no type of boy
Mr Life Force but you me The Count
Got so many names that I even count
see, Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr. How, Dr Intergalactic
My other is under the mattress

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

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 your
Caress the mic like a baby to make head bang

skills the dopest, the lyrical style 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 head