Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted Monk chief

Life Force swiftly
Pitch steady miss me
My renaissance, my brother's light me
My callous feet stomping on these 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 plus
A lotta hot ain't nothing without their beat
my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw
When I was sixteen, that's I used to rip for it

Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the candle
my ass and yo I learnt quick
I'm nifty, with my dirt, G
Doing my thing, put in work, ain't nothing me
I bring it from to back, white to black
to hat, use clues I'm doin that

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

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

Carve you up with my Rambo,
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 opus, addicted plus the dopest
Maybe I'll write a line and Fara quote this
They got status but can't work the
How could a project millions
Talking 'bout millions when half their buyers seen a thousand

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

Rhyme the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious
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 bang

Times is kinda critical, that's why I gotta keep it
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 dreads out, an' I ain't no type of boy
Mr Life Force but you me The Count
Got so many names that I even count
see, Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr. How, Dr Intergalactic
My names is under the mattress

Now you can get your pissed on
After your body's been
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 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 I spit 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 your bang

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