Luyện nghe bài hát Evolve Or Be Extinct

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