Luyện nghe bài hát Evolve Or Be Extinct

evolving, how many days it take to hit another level?
im a short term ranga, wont take long, there is not another spitter that i wont on,
if you lose well then get off, winner stays on, winner plays on, winner da maze on,
im a winner, my vibes like a rave for the 20,000 dont bother putting hate on,
i dont hear a thing that you wanna say wrong,
pipe down on twitter tryna put a on,
tell em, silly choice, silly move, eat dat ting, silly me, silly you, your ting,
were bigger than this, ill defeat your king, god knows i try but he goes in,
hes just a MC but he goes in, their style is wack like its a ting, im going in,
i aint coming out, i got a style and it running out, but my lifes running out,
we dont forever, however, my music can live 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 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 like blow im a tourist breda, what now then?
you musta thought i was a klein calvin,
i dont take of chipmunks my name aint alvin,
i got a space im living its out of town housing, suck ya mother, i might say dat,
you wana it again playback, i dont pep the pig me raise dat,
like a dad da mayback
its wiley again, none of better not try me again,
forgetting im a giant like haystacks
battle anybody for a a-stack, ill take ya a-stacks, put it in my sack,
put it on my back,
then i off ASAP, i am music but im not a-rab,
my eski im sitting on the clouds with the best beat,
take that, shut ya mouth doe, cos im a don, dont get me wrong im singing this song,
i go back to the war start bringing it on, what, you play and you think youre the don,
you might 5 days on picking a song, by then im on a racetrack winging along,
gone, i did it right and youre it wrong, like what type of mic are you doing it on?
you know good mc's ruin a song, im like why they 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, gonna spit on the beat,
nobodys steady theyre liable, youre bad but you cant do a fireball,
my kind of style viable, you gotta earn it, you gotta learn it,
your kind of style aint viable, when its a ting i wana chat fighting, saying stuff
i aint just rhyming, better listen up when im hyping,
on the ros not the lightning,
if a soundboys dead and he my name, i roll up and its like i revive him, PAR!
i let him fade out lightly, them ever getting anywhere werent likely,
yeah im wiley, you say you like me so what, im not a showoff,
but when im its a roadblock,
stop thinking of old songs, on, go change your old top,
them spitters are good but flows not,
as tight as mine im 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 they roll off, climb up by den i float off,
in the souls confront until it off, my futures bright its orange, cos i smoke weed
not in a sorange,
i go jogging my fam might ask for me my mum says i seen nothing of him.