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 feels a hundred degrees,
I'm from you might see Suffa MC,
Walking the trying to escape the map,
one was my shit I'm trying to take it back,
To when ran the line and transits ran the gambit,
My the paint, let the track be my canvas,
sitting in a park, sipping wine casks,
Watching whole as they went flying past,
I paint so I rhymed to the writers,
They'd laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded by lighters,
'Nasty Arts' ran my line cop cars,
And we looked up to them like they were stars,
Paint stained and fame like Manson,
That's not Marilyn, a city held to ransom,
and markers, Country Road parkers,
Hands of an left the landscape enchanted,
Until the government had all the paint washed,
our city walls, end of the renaissance,
And so the walls where the colours played,
Were by the buff, now a sullen blunt grey,
washed, shitty, all grey, all black,
Waiting for the of this city to take their walls back.

Verse 2 -
I'm the city of light, with a sky of vanilla,
Known as the city of churches home of the killer,
And in the winter, the city sleeps in the freeze,
Where I'm you might see Pressure MC,
Walking the traps trying to the map,
Ninety three was my shit I'm trying to it back,
Got kicked out of school but I would have in time,
nothing but an ego and rap to get me by,
I swept floors, packed orders, when poor racked Porters,
Liquor store just to score me a track recorder,
Fifteen, sneaking in the back to the gig,
Thought I could rip, bro trust me I fought for shit,
Cos the darker than a starless night,
And treats a starter like a fresh piece of meat, greet the knife,
Till the day came when I'd consortiums,
I'd lay waiting, train stations and my audience,
Before we had our beats made, we had a DJ,
We'd rock to a box, before that 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 time will tell,
So in cos the city invites, jealously, pity and blight,
You're in the of light.