Luyện nghe bài hát City of light

Verse 1 -
I'm the city of light, with a sky of vanilla,
as the city of churches home of the serial killer,
And in the summer it like a hundred degrees,
Where I'm from you see Suffa MC,
Walking the traps trying to the map,
Ninety one was my shit I'm to take it back,
To writers ran the line and transits ran the gambit,
My the paint, let the track be my canvas,
Thirteen sitting in a park, sipping casks,
Watching whole as they went flying past,
I couldn't paint so I to the writers,
laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded by their lighters,
'Nasty Arts' ran my evading cop cars,
And we up to them like they were rock stars,
Paint hands and fame like Manson,
That's Charles not Marilyn, a held to ransom,
Cans and markers, Country parkers,
Hands of an artist the landscape enchanted,
Until the government pigs had all the washed,
our city walls, end of the renaissance,
And so the walls where the colours played,
replaced by the buff, now a sullen blunt grey,
washed, shitty, all grey, all black,
Waiting for the kids of this to take their walls back.

Verse 2 -
I'm from the of light, with a sky of vanilla,
Known as the of churches home of the serial killer,
And in the winter, the city sleeps in the freeze,
Where I'm you might see Pressure MC,
Walking the traps to escape the map,
Ninety three was my shit I'm to take it back,
Got kicked out of but I would have left in time,
nothing but an ego and rap to get me by,
I swept floors, orders, when poor racked from Porters,
Liquor store to score me a four track recorder,
Fifteen, sneaking in the back to the gig,
Thought I could rip, bro trust me I for this shit,
Cos the darker than a starless night,
And treats a starter a fresh piece of meat, greet the carving knife,
the day came when I'd scar consortiums,
I'd lay waiting, stations and parks my audience,
we had our beats made, before we had a DJ,
We'd rock to a beat box, before shit was clichd,
You see mate, I refused to lay low and those,
Better years of my life to roads,
as hell, we did it by ourselves,
The only secret to this shit is one that time tell,
So breathe in cos the city invites, jealously, and blight,
You're in the of light.