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 chief

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

No parental advisory, so no need for the
No comin' in my crib 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 the candle stick
Watchin' my ass and yo I 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 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 thing
Caress the mic like a baby to make your head

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
Carve my name in your brain, make your head

Monumental, thoughts flowing
The quintessential mental, tapping
My focus, it round like a rental
And if I have to cut you with my
I'm like a sword, I'm digging into
Like you can defence
So many 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 ain't about talent, it's all the currency
My magna opus, plus the dopest
Maybe I'll write a line and Fara quote this
They got but can't work the apparatus
How could a project sell
Talking 'bout millions when half buyers ain't seen a thousand

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

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

Times is kinda critical, that's why I gotta keep it
Simple and plain, I don't wanna riddle you
I'm tryin' to black out, 'cause I'll your back out
my axe out, do a M.O.P. mash 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 other names is the mattress

Now you can get your grades 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
Force on the mic an' 'bout to put it on
Takin' you ass away like I was

skills 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 your
Caress the mic like a baby to your head bang

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
Carve my in your brain, make your head bang