Luyện nghe bài hát Evolve Or Be Extinct

evolving, how many days will it 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, like da maze on,
im a winner, my vibes like a for the 20,000 people dont bother putting hate on,
i dont wanna hear a thing you wanna say wrong,
pipe down on twitter tryna put a on,
tell em, silly choice, 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 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 aint out, but my lifes running out,
we dont forever, however, my music can live forever, whatever,
tell em in a chat to the badman breda, and you cant me but you act quite clever,
sun, sea and well thats my weather, whether or not you like me, silly, whatever,
i money im a chore with cheddar, i dont care if the raw is breda,
on my own no running a risktake, no fear like blow im a breda, what now then?
you musta thought i was a like calvin,
i dont care of chipmunks my name aint alvin,
i got a space where im living its out of housing, suck ya mother, i might say dat,
you wana it again playback, i dont pep the pig me raise dat,
a dad without 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 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 eski im sitting on the clouds the best beat,
take that, shut ya mouth doe, cos im a don, get me wrong when im singing this song,
i go back to the war bringing it on, what, you play ball and you think youre 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 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 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 off any rivals, nobodys gonna spit on the beat,
nobodys steady theyre liable, youre bad but you cant do a fireball,
my kind of style aint viable, you earn it, you gotta learn it,
your of style aint viable, when its a grime 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 calls my name, i roll up and its i revive him, PAR!
i let him fade out lightly, them ever getting anywhere werent likely,
yeah im wiley, you say you dont me so what, im not a showoff,
but im about its a roadblock,
stop thinking of old songs, on, go change your old top,
them spitters are but their flows not,
as tight as mine im like a old knot, they got bullied in school a old cop,
god im in control im not a rover, heres how i evolve i hold off so many chatting
on a but they roll off, climb back 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 jogging my fam might ask for me my mum says i aint nothing of him.