Luyện nghe bài hát Conversations From a Speakesy

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

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

Verse 2 -
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 rhyming; keep climbing till somebody find me,
My city's been behind me the mid nineties,
around the time when it was cool to be grimy,
My DJ used to make the spin in reverse,
Put the needle to the dirt, the word like you heard it first,
Now it's all twisted, somebody the truth but they missed it,
I put it on my CD but skipped it,
But that's happens when you do something different,
Some people can stay content with the simple shit,
I my life fast like it's my last,
I don't trip off of cash or in the past,
I'm bigger than that; I'm than rap,
One of the sickest MCs on the map for that back.

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 your conversations,
It's the language of relaxation.

Verse 3 -
I heard there ain't no party like an bar,
We lay out like drinks for a broken heart,
Heartbreak like in an open scar,
So bizarre, roll thick like tar,
Tell me who can 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 break of this back,
And on till 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, on wax, trust it's on,
I'm trying to do for what digital cameras did for porn,
Born in a small town, die a big mouth,
Hoods tore it all down, 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,
It's the language of relaxation,
up a chair, and kick 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,
It's the language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick your 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 language of relaxation,
up a chair, and kick your feet 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 universal of relaxation.