Luyện nghe bài hát Conversations From a Speakesy

Verse 1-
get introductions aside,
Pressure, Omni and Suffa busting the mic like,
Lately I've been nothing but hype,
Pen's mightier than your sword? Then be fucked in a fight,
From the of the exact conception I've had perfection,
And you aint to Omni even though you may lack direction,
I've got a heart, but bad intentions,
Pressure need a map for reference I'm a man of legends,
I'll last forever bad impressions,
Like the first you cursed in adolescence,
The way I slam a can panic veterans,
Some things are better unsaid like anything that I have to mention,
My mouths my downfall it's doubtful,
I'll bite off more than I can cos I already got a mouthful,
Act like I astound yall, I'm a scoundrel,
enemies but clich is a friend of me, I'm out yall.

Pull up a chair, and kick your on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your conversations,
It's the universal of relaxation.

2 - Omni
The of the giant, the eye of the lion,
The smell of victory is what makes me trying,
My will to survive is I'm stranded on an island,
I keep rhyming; climbing till somebody find me,
My been behind me since the mid nineties,
Right around the time when it was to be grimy,
My DJ used to make the spin in reverse,
Put the needle to the dirt, spread the like you heard it first,
Now it's all twisted, somebody told the truth but they it,
I put it on my CD but they it,
But what happens when you do something different,
people can just stay content with the simple shit,
I live my life like it's my last,
I don't trip off of cash or in the past,
I'm bigger that; I'm bigger than rap,
One of the sickest MCs on the map for bringing back.

Pull up a chair, and kick feet on the table,
Let you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal of relaxation.

3 - Suffa
I heard there ain't no party an open bar,
We lay out rhymes like drinks for a heart,
Heartbreak like liquor in an scar,
So bizarre, roll thick like tar,
me who can rock parties with no guitar,
And if I aint paid then I'm leaving in the promoters car,
Tell me who you know far,
Gone, on the moments...
Gone, on till the of this governments back,
And on till my mates are all loving the tracks,
No thugs in his raps, no and macks,
And no guns, just to get us up on the map,
Bust, Suffa on wax, it's on,
I'm trying to do for rhyme what cameras did for porn,
Born in a town, die with a big mouth,
tore it all down, shouts to the kids south.

Pull up a chair, and kick feet on the table,
Let you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for speakeasy conversations,
the universal language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and your feet on the table,
Let you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for speakeasy conversations,
the universal language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick your on the table,
Let you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for speakeasy conversations,
It's the language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if able,
We've got the Jazz, for speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal of relaxation.