Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted Monk high

Life Force swiftly
Pitch forks steady me
My renaissance, my brother's light me
My rough callous feet stomping on city streets
Fuck that the other cheek
Unless you squeeze a

No parental advisory, so no need for the
No in my crib unless you wipin' your feet
I hit the street, I good plus complete
A lotta hot ain't nothing without their beat
Mark my name, on the clipboard, I raw
When I was sixteen, that's when I to rip for it

Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the stick
Watchin' my ass and yo I quick
I'm nifty, with my dirt, G
Doing my thing, put in work, ain't hurt me
I bring it from front to back, to black
to hat, use clues I'm doin that

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

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 your
Carve my name in your brain, make head bang

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

you up with my Rambo, Ammo
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 opus, addicted plus the dopest
Maybe I'll a line and Fara Canna quote this
They got status but work the apparatus
How could a project millions
'bout millions when half their buyers ain't seen a thousand

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

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

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

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

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

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