Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted high chief

Life Force swiftly
Pitch forks steady me
My renaissance, my brother's eclipse me
My rough callous feet on these city streets
that turn the other cheek
Unless you a peach

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 nothing 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, over the candle stick
Watchin' my ass and yo I learnt
I'm nifty, with my dirt, G
Doing my thing, put in work, nothing hurt me
I bring it from to back, white to black
Shoe to hat, use clues I'm that

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical I spit is ferocious
You feel the 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 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, make your 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 warless sword, I'm into
you can joust defence
So many and slashes let off
You got not fingerprints

Carve you up my Rambo, Ammo
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 Fara Canna this
They got status but can't work the
How could a sell millions
Talking millions when half their buyers ain't seen a thousand

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

Times is kinda critical, that's why I gotta keep it
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 type of boy
Mr Force but you call me The Count
Got so many names that I can't even
Let's see, Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr. How, Dr
My other names is under the

Now you can get grades pissed on
After body's been buried
From trying to get your on
Wax off, wax on
My calm is bringin' a storm the night until the early morn'
I got so many styles, forget the grape with
Life on the mic an' 'bout to put it on
Takin' you ass like 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 thing
Caress the mic like a to make your head bang

Rhyme the dopest, the lyrical style 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, make head bang