Luyện nghe bài hát Conversations From a Speakesy

Verse 1-
Let's get aside,
Pressure, Omni and Suffa tonight the mic like,
I've been hearing nothing but hype,
Pen's mightier your sword? Then you'd be fucked in a fight,
From the point of the exact I've had perfection,
And you aint close to Omni even you may lack direction,
got a good heart, but bad intentions,
Pressure don't need a map for I'm a man of legends,
I'll forever like bad impressions,
the first night you cursed in adolescence,
The way I slam a can panic veterans,
Some things are better left unsaid like that I have to mention,
My loud 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 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,
It's the universal of relaxation.

Verse 2 -
The of the giant, the eye of the lion,
The smell of victory is what makes me trying,
My will to is like I'm stranded on an island,
I keep rhyming; keep climbing 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 earth in reverse,
Put the needle to the dirt, spread the like you heard it first,
Now it's all twisted, somebody told the but they missed it,
I put it on my CD but they it,
But what happens when you do something different,
Some people can stay content with the simple shit,
I live my fast like it's my last,
I don't off of cash or dwell 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 your feet on the table,
Let you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal of relaxation.

3 - Suffa
I there ain't no party like an open bar,
We lay out rhymes like for a broken heart,
Heartbreak liquor in an open scar,
So bizarre, thick like smokers tar,
Tell me who can rock 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 it's on till my mates are all the tracks,
No thugs in his raps, no and macks,
And no guns, just 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 town, die with a big mouth,
tore it all down, shouts to the kids south.

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 speakeasy 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 seat if able,
We've got the Jazz, for your conversations,
It's the language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and your feet 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 in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your conversations,
It's the universal of relaxation.