Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Monster

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

Perverted Monk chief

Life Force swiftly
Pitch steady miss me
My renaissance, my brother's eclipse me
My rough feet stomping on these city streets
Fuck turn the other cheek
Unless you squeeze a

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

Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the candle
Watchin' my ass and yo I learnt
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 I do my thing, you do your thing
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 streets and get to this
So while I do my thing, do thing
Carve my name in brain, make your head bang

Monumental, thoughts sequential
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 digging
Like you can defence
So many strokes and let off
You ain't got not

Carve you up my Rambo, Ammo
Looking like leather-face, trippin' on the dance
Too hypocrisy, up in the market, B
It about talent, it's all about the currency
My magna opus, addicted the dopest
Maybe I'll write a line and Canna quote this
They got but can't work the apparatus
How could a project millions
'bout millions when half their buyers ain't seen a thousand

Rhyme 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
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 streets and get close to
So while I do my thing, do thing
Carve my in your brain, make your head bang

Times is kinda critical, that's why I gotta it lyrical
Simple and plain, I don't wanna riddle you
I'm tryin' to out, 'cause I'll blow your back out
Pullin' my axe out, do a M.O.P. out
my dreads out, an' I ain't no type of boy scout
Mr Life but you call me The Count
Got so many names I can't even count
see, Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr. How, Dr Intergalactic
My other names is the mattress

Now you can get grades pissed on
After your been buried
From trying to get your on
Wax off, wax on
My calm is bringin' a storm from the night until the early
I got so many styles, the grape with wine
Life Force on the mic an' to put it on
you ass away like I was Kogon

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
Caress the mic like a baby to make head bang

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 your
Carve my name in your brain, make your head