Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted high chief

Life Force moving
Pitch forks miss me
My renaissance, my light eclipse me
My rough callous stomping on these city streets
Fuck that the other cheek
you squeeze a peach

No parental advisory, so no for the bleeps
No comin' in my unless you wipin' your feet
I hit the street, I feel good plus
A lotta hot rappers ain't nothing their beat
my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw
When I was sixteen, when I used to rip for it

Jiminy 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, ain't nothing me
I bring it from front to back, white to
Shoe to hat, use I'm doin 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 thing
Caress the mic like a to make 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
Carve my name in your brain, your head bang

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

Carve you up with my Rambo,
Looking leather-face, trippin' on the dance 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 line and Fara quote this
They got status but work the apparatus
How could a project millions
Talking 'bout millions when their buyers ain't seen a thousand

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

Times is kinda critical, that's why I keep it lyrical
and plain, 'cause I don't wanna riddle you
I'm tryin' to black out, 'cause I'll blow 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 Life 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 names is under the mattress

Now you can get grades pissed on
After your body's 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, 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 style I 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 make head bang

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