Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted Monk chief

Life Force moving
forks steady miss me
My renaissance, my brother's light me
My rough callous stomping on these city streets
Fuck that turn the cheek
you squeeze a peach

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

Like Jiminy Cricket, over the candle stick
Watchin' my ass and yo I learnt
I'm nifty, shifty my dirt, G
Doing my thing, put in work, nothing hurt me
I bring it front to back, white to black
Shoe to hat, use clues I'm that

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

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

Monumental, thoughts sequential
The mental, tapping into
My focus, take it round like a
And if I have to cut you my gonzo
I'm like a sword, I'm digging into
Like you can joust
So many strokes and let off
You got not fingerprints

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

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

is kinda critical, that's why I gotta keep it lyrical
Simple and plain, 'cause I don't wanna you
I'm tryin' to black out, 'cause I'll blow your out
Pullin' my axe out, do a M.O.P. out
With my dreads out, an' I no type of boy scout
Mr Life Force but you me The Count
Got so many names that I even count
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 trying to get diss on
Wax off, wax on
My calm is bringin' a storm from the night until the morn'
I got so many styles, forget the grape with
Life on the mic an' 'bout to put it on
Takin' you ass like I was Kogon

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
Caress the mic like a to make your head bang

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 your
my name in your brain, make your head bang