Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted high chief

Life Force swiftly
forks steady miss me
My renaissance, my light eclipse me
My rough callous feet stomping on city streets
that turn the other cheek
Unless you squeeze a

No parental advisory, so no for the bleeps
No comin' in my unless you wipin' your feet
I hit the street, I feel good complete
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

Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the stick
Watchin' my ass and yo I quick
I'm nifty, with my dirt, G
my thing, put in work, ain't nothing hurt me
I bring it from to back, white to black
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 close to
So I do my thing, you do your thing
Caress the mic like a 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 I do my thing, do your thing
Carve my in your brain, make your head bang

Monumental, flowing sequential
The quintessential mental, tapping
My focus, take it round 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

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

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

Times is kinda critical, that's why I gotta 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 names that I can't even
Let's see, Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr. How, Dr
My other names is under the

Now you can get your pissed on
After your been buried
From to get your diss on
Wax off, wax on
My is bringin' a storm from the night until the early morn'
I got so styles, forget the grape with wine
Life Force on the mic an' to put it on
you ass away like I was Kogon

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
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 thing
my name in your brain, make your head bang