Luyện nghe bài hát Conversations From a Speakesy

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

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

Verse 2 -
The of the giant, the eye of the lion,
The smell of victory is makes me keep trying,
My will to survive is like I'm on an island,
I keep rhyming; keep 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 to make the earth spin in reverse,
Put the needle to the dirt, spread the word like you 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 happens when you do different,
people can just stay content with the simple shit,
I my life fast like it's my last,
I trip off of cash or dwell in the past,
I'm bigger than 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 down you hair, back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for speakeasy conversations,
It's the language of relaxation.

3 - Suffa
I heard there ain't no like an open bar,
We lay out like drinks for a broken heart,
like liquor in an open scar,
So bizarre, thick like smokers tar,
Tell me who can rock parties no guitar,
And if I aint getting then I'm leaving in the promoters car,
me who you know this far,
Gone, on the moments...
Gone, on till the of this governments back,
And it's on till my mates are all the tracks,
No in his raps, no muggings 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 rhyme digital cameras did for porn,
Born in a town, die with a big mouth,
Hoods tore it all down, to the kids south.

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