Luyện nghe bài hát Conversations From a Speakesy

Verse 1-
Let's get aside,
Pressure, Omni and Suffa tonight the mic like,
Lately I've been hearing but hype,
Pen's mightier than your sword? Then be fucked in a fight,
From the point of the conception I've had perfection,
And you aint close to even though you may lack direction,
got a good heart, but bad intentions,
Pressure don't a map for reference I'm a man of legends,
I'll last forever bad impressions,
Like the night you cursed in adolescence,
The way I a sentence can panic veterans,
Some things are better left like anything that I have to mention,
My loud my downfall it's doubtful,
I'll bite off more I can chew cos I already got a mouthful,
Act like I astound yall, I'm a scoundrel,
With enemies but is a friend of me, I'm out yall.

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

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

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

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

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