Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted Monk high

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

No advisory, so no need for the bleeps
No comin' in my crib unless you your feet
I hit the street, I feel good complete
A lotta hot rappers ain't nothing without their
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 bring it from front to back, to black
Shoe to hat, use I'm doin that

skills 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 thing
the mic like a baby to make your head bang

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

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

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

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 like a baby to make head bang

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

Times is critical, that's why I gotta keep it lyrical
Simple and plain, I don't wanna riddle you
I'm tryin' to black out, I'll blow your 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 me The Count
Got so many that I can't even count
see, Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr. How, Dr Intergalactic
My other names is under the

Now you can get your pissed on
your body's been buried
From 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 with wine
Life on the mic an' 'bout to put it on
you ass away like I was Kogon

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

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