Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted Monk high

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

No parental advisory, so no need for the
No comin' in my crib unless you wipin' feet
I hit the street, I feel plus complete
A hot rappers ain't nothing without 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, hopping over the stick
my ass and yo I learnt quick
I'm nifty, shifty my dirt, G
Doing my thing, put in work, ain't hurt me
I it from front to back, white to black
to hat, use clues I'm doin that

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

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

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

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

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

is kinda critical, that's why I gotta keep it lyrical
Simple and plain, 'cause I don't wanna 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 call me The
Got so many names that I can't count
Let's see, Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr. How, Dr
My other is under the mattress

Now you can get grades pissed on
your 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
Force 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 in the streets and get close to this
So while I do my thing, do your
the mic like a baby 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 brain, make your head bang