Luyện nghe bài hát Evolve Or Be Extinct

evolving, how many days it take to hit another level?
im a short term ranga, wont long, there is not another spitter that i wont take on,
if you lose well then get off, winner on, winner plays on, winner like da maze on,
im a winner, my vibes like a rave for the 20,000 dont bother putting hate on,
i dont wanna hear a thing you wanna say wrong,
down on twitter tryna put a face on,
tell em, silly choice, silly move, eat dat ting, me, silly you, delete your ting,
were bigger than this, ill defeat king, god knows i try hard but he goes in,
hes just a MC but he goes in, their style is like its a repo ting, im going in,
i coming out, i got a style and it aint running out, but my lifes running out,
we dont live forever, however, my music can forever, whatever,
tell em in a to the badman breda, and you cant fool me but you act quite clever,
sun, sea and sand well my weather, whether or not you like me, silly, whatever,
i count money im a chore with cheddar, i care if the raw is breda,
on my own no running a risktake, no fear like blow im a tourist breda, now then?
you thought i was a klein like calvin,
i dont take care of chipmunks my aint alvin,
i got a space im living its out of town housing, suck ya mother, i might say dat,
you wana hear it again playback, i dont pep the pig me dat,
like a dad without da
its again, none of them better not try me again,
youre im a giant like haystacks
battle anybody for a a-stack, ill ya a-stacks, put it in my grey sack,
put it on my back,
i move off ASAP, i am music but im not a-rab,
my names eski im sitting on the with the best beat,
that, shut ya mouth doe, cos im a don, dont get me wrong when im singing this song,
i go back to the war start bringing it on, what, you play ball and you think the don,
you spend 5 days on picking a song, by then im on a racetrack winging along,
gone, i did it right and youre doing it wrong, like what type of mic are you it on?
you know half good mc's ruin a song, im like why they it wrong? thats long,
im evolving, in a freezone, major covan, everybodys rolling,
i stack that money til im blue in the face, i go fast i flew in a race,
i won the title, i kill off any rivals, nobodys spit on the beat,
nobodys steady liable, think youre bad but you cant do a fireball,
my kind of style aint viable, you earn it, you gotta learn it,
your kind of style aint viable, when its a grime ting i wana fighting, saying stuff
i aint rhyming, better listen up clear when im hyping,
on the ros not the lightning,
if a soundboys dead and he calls my name, i roll up and its i revive him, PAR!
i shoulda let him fade out lightly, them ever getting werent likely,
yeah im wiley, you say you dont me so what, im not a showoff,
but when im its a roadblock,
thinking of old songs, move on, go change your old top,
them are good but their flows not,
as tight as mine im like a old knot, they got in school like a old cop,
god im in control im not a rover, heres how i evolve i hold off so many chatting
on a cliff but they roll off, climb up by den i float off,
in the confront until it goes off, my futures bright its orange, cos i smoke weed
not in a sorange,
i go my fam might ask for me my mum says i aint seen nothing of him.