Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted Monk high

Life moving swiftly
Pitch steady miss me
My renaissance, my brother's light me
My rough feet stomping on these city streets
Fuck turn the other cheek
you squeeze a peach

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

Like Cricket, hopping 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 it from front to back, white to black
Shoe to hat, use clues I'm doin

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

Monumental, flowing sequential
The mental, tapping into
My focus, take it 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 ain't got not

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

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 your
Caress the mic like a baby to make head bang

Rhyme 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 your
Carve my name in your brain, make your head

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

Now you can get your pissed on
After 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 styles, forget the grape with wine
Life on the mic an' 'bout to put it on
Takin' you ass away I was Kogon

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