Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted high chief

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

No parental advisory, so no for the bleeps
No comin' in my crib unless you your feet
I hit the street, I feel plus complete
A lotta hot ain't nothing without their beat
Mark my name, on the clipboard, I raw
When I was sixteen, that's I used to rip for it

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

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

skills 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 thing
Carve my in your brain, make your head bang

Monumental, flowing sequential
The quintessential mental, tapping
My focus, it round 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 many strokes and let off
You ain't got not

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, plus the dopest
Maybe I'll write a line and Canna quote this
They got status but can't the apparatus
How a project sell millions
Talking 'bout millions when their buyers ain't seen a thousand

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
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 and get close to this
So I do my thing, do your thing
Carve my name in your brain, make your head

Times is kinda critical, that's why I gotta keep it
and plain, 'cause I don't wanna riddle you
I'm tryin' to black out, 'cause I'll your 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 Force but you call me The Count
Got so names that I can't even count
Let's see, Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr. How, Dr
My other is under the mattress

Now you can get your pissed on
After your been buried
trying to get your diss on
Wax off, wax on
My is bringin' a storm from 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 away I was Kogon

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 your
Caress the mic like a baby to make head bang

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