Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted Monk high

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

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 hot rappers ain't nothing without their beat
Mark my name, on the clipboard, I raw
When I was sixteen, when I used to rip for it

Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping the candle stick
Watchin' my ass and yo I learnt
I'm nifty, shifty my dirt, G
Doing my thing, put in work, ain't hurt me
I bring it front to back, white to black
Shoe to hat, use clues I'm that

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

Rhyme skills the dopest, the style I spit 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

Monumental, thoughts sequential
The quintessential mental, tapping
My focus, take it like a rental
And if I have to cut you my gonzo
I'm a warless sword, I'm digging into
Like you can joust
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 about talent, all about the currency
My opus, addicted plus the dopest
Maybe I'll write a and Fara Canna quote this
got status but can't work the apparatus
How could a sell 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 your head

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical 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

Times is critical, that's why I gotta keep it lyrical
Simple and plain, 'cause I wanna riddle you
I'm tryin' to black out, 'cause blow 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 but you call me The Count
Got so many names that I even count
see, Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr. How, Dr Intergalactic
My other names is the mattress

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

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